there was once a star born into the universe.
a bright dancing little thing, that sparkled and took joy in everything. it loved to watch the sky, when it was light with many others, the aged and wise, the cool suave mids and the yellow-wee things just like himself. it loved to watch the sky, when all had gone to bed, when it was just dark sky, emptiness and him. he loved to dance to the music of the ethereal sylphs, ariel and belinda, when spirit and opportunity came dashing by. he loved to sit in stillness, when silence reigned supreme, and calm was all without, peace found home within.
then one day he found a billet-doux.
it was a fascinating thing this billet-doux - all promises, thimbles, silver bells and cockle-shells, he wondered what he would do. he opened the billet-doux and made friends with it. it fired a flash of lights and let loose a pyrotechnics display. it was an amazing thing, this billet-doux.
he played with it, every night and dreamt of it every day. play dream dream play soon he forgot the quiet wonder and innocent contentment he used to enjoy each passing moment of every twilight. he forgot that he was a star. he forgot he was bright. he forgot how to dance and ski, along the milky way and kuiper belt.
his starlight began to dim. meantime the billet-doux became just what it was: a scrap. a fold. a fly-by-fly-away thing.
sometimes, i wonder where that little star went. he was a bright cheery thing. he taught me to laugh and cry. he taught me to sing. but i no longer can see that little star, that gem, that life lighted within.
a bright dancing little thing, that sparkled and took joy in everything. it loved to watch the sky, when it was light with many others, the aged and wise, the cool suave mids and the yellow-wee things just like himself. it loved to watch the sky, when all had gone to bed, when it was just dark sky, emptiness and him. he loved to dance to the music of the ethereal sylphs, ariel and belinda, when spirit and opportunity came dashing by. he loved to sit in stillness, when silence reigned supreme, and calm was all without, peace found home within.
then one day he found a billet-doux.
it was a fascinating thing this billet-doux - all promises, thimbles, silver bells and cockle-shells, he wondered what he would do. he opened the billet-doux and made friends with it. it fired a flash of lights and let loose a pyrotechnics display. it was an amazing thing, this billet-doux.
he played with it, every night and dreamt of it every day. play dream dream play soon he forgot the quiet wonder and innocent contentment he used to enjoy each passing moment of every twilight. he forgot that he was a star. he forgot he was bright. he forgot how to dance and ski, along the milky way and kuiper belt.
his starlight began to dim. meantime the billet-doux became just what it was: a scrap. a fold. a fly-by-fly-away thing.
sometimes, i wonder where that little star went. he was a bright cheery thing. he taught me to laugh and cry. he taught me to sing. but i no longer can see that little star, that gem, that life lighted within.
posted by zilch at 12:17 AM
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ur posts always transport me to another world...pure, innocent, and filled with simple awe & childlike wonder.
we need to get away every once in a while. we need time & space to daydream...
:) heh, i was blue that day. God has made all things beautiful in His time.
He gave us eyes to see
and lips that we may tell
how great is the Almighty God
who hath made all things well
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