Wish

When its late at night,
and the stars shine bright, 
I wish upon the light.
I wish for things I long for, 
and things I have yet to yearn for.
The wind sings, cutting through the silence.
Giving the slumbering humans guidance.
In their dreams they do not think it's the wind.
To them, it is something they haven't seen,
to them, it is something quite serene.
To me, it is a song of grace and sorrow,
similar to how the sea is far from shallow.
When I wish upon the gentle light, 
I think of their hidden spite,
when I wish for things that don't feel right.