Writer’s Note- I wrote two posts on Sun, now at 3 a.m. let me tend to its jealous partner. ( tho technically speaking… one had both sun and stars as its name, but then again, love always finds excuses to please the mind.)
The twinkling trinkets are always the first to receive the dripping gold-like honey of admiration from the children’s eyes. How can they not? When they are present evermore and forever in the night sky, that king half the time of life. They are mystic and shining. No wonder men and women take up a liking to diamonds, catching the sun’s light. But sadly, they are only stones reflecting a star’s beauty. They do, however, give meaning to the phrase- I’ll capture a star for you. How quaintly beautiful. The shining souls in the sky are fabled to carry the dead to watch over the living, providing comfort. They hold these stories and souls and let them slumber in peaceful darkness. The stars are just a way of singing stories of human lives. An old king’s life or a girl sitting on her windowsill life can be narrated through them.
It was under 8 stars in the sky that the new felt home. It was the 3 stars that kept her company in her walks. It was the 30 stars that she made a gift. It was under a million stars that the desert never left her and another million for the memory of the snow. It was in the 1 star that she wrote a naive hope. There has not been a year that went by without stars shoring another memory. She can count her life’s timeline with the stars. She throws only one coin of wish in the galaxy’s fountain each year to know her heart’s desire. It doesn’t matter if they come true. What matters is her conversation among mind, heart, and stars. The stars do their part and tow her words.
Every star carries thousands and thousands of wishes from both men and women, young and old, alive and dead. But the morning star or the Venus hauls the heaviest bag of all. Forever present through history and time, guiding sailors, Egyptians, kings, and the common folk, few have not penned a wish to its name. How many wishes, she reckoned, came true? Were their children fed? Did they find a home? Did their lost love come back? Did they lead a happy life? Did they win the lottery? Did they ... Win… lose… love…break…and so and so. With so many wishes, she does not mind being lost in the midst. She would only mind if her stars got lost on her.
Writer's Note - two notes! I'm surprised myself.
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