Shooting Stars

As a child,
deep within my restless nights,
I'd sit by my window,
and hope for a shooting star.
The star that could grant any wish I had.
I would mistake a satellite
for a shooting star,
and wish for something small.
Something that has no value to me now.

As I've gotten older,
deep within my restless nights,
I go out onto my porch
and look up at the sky,
full of stars.
With no hopes of a shooting star.
The star I desperately wished 
would come and grant me a wish.
I watch satellites move amoung the stars.
Although, I know better
I wish it were a shooting star,
that could grant one of my many wishes.