Hit the Turtle to Return Home.

I Watched the Stars Fall. Last night I watched the stars fall. One by one in slow succession, fine white etchings on a vast dark blue dome. A brief death before my eyes. But occasionally one would fall sunward, and then what a show. As I scanned the heavens its tail would catch my eye, like a fly from some great angler. Turning my head to its blossoming glory. How many years has it travelled through the void to die before my eyes? Last night I watched the stars fall. In the distance a dog howled; did he see that star fall too? A soft cool wind from the east brushed my mind, and I thought of you. Do you remember laying under the stars, waiting for one to fall? So long ago it fell, a herald in the darkness. Who could tell that one star could command so many? Last night I watched the stars fall. As I watched, I thought I saw one move, low to the horizon. It seemed to beckon, follow me. The more I watched, the more it beckoned. I turned my head, to cast my eyes once more across the vastness, to take its beauty with me. But while I watched it not; it left without me. One by one, I watched the stars fall, and wondered, did they fall for me alone, or somewhere deep inside my heart, did you watch them with me? 

My Eyes Will. My eyes will peek out, she cried as she danced across the floor, my shoes will fall off, she cried as she ran towards the door. All the while the pixies watched, delighting in her cries. All the while the trolls pranced, playing games with coins, and dies. As the evening grew dark and my eyes began to strain, I fancied I could hear her still, singing in the rain. As I pondered, pixies ran and darted between the drops. As I pondered, trolls just sang, drinking something made of hops. The evening turned to night, the moon grew faint behind the clouds, and I listened to the night birds singing both overjoyed and proud. The pixies found their cover, safe and warm, and snug. The trolls crawled together, delighting in their hugs. The clouds began to part, the moon's light shining through, but before any could rejoice, a frightening sight there grew. The pixies covered up their eyes and hid below the ground. The trolls covered up their ears, they knew the coming sound. Your eyes will peek out, she cried as she ran back through the door, your shoes will fall off, she cried as she tripped, falling on the floor. The pixies watched in terrified agog. The trolls hid their selves beneath a fallen log. Carefully we all approached to see the dreadful fact, her shoes had been lost long ago and her glasses were not intact. The pixies held their breath not daring to make a sound. The trolls moved quieter still, not wishing to be found. She passed right by us all, on that frightful night, giggling to herself, like a demented elf. The pixies tell the story, of the night the game was won. The trolls like their own tale, of the coming of the sun. So beware of the peeking of the eyes, do not stay up late, and beware of the falling of the shoes when you are forced to wait. Remember well that pixies quell when playing games today. Remember well that trolls still tell of how they get their way. 

Summer Daze. The days draw into each other, one merging with the next, in an endless time of work. Dawn brings the reds and blues of new summer heat. The blue skies with clouds stretched wide from horizon to horizon, holding no promise of peace from the day. Yet no day is complete, without a little stupidity to bring a laugh or hold a tear. A promise of rest with dark skies. Perhaps the moon will guide the traveler home from the Sun's oppressive journey. The night too short, no time for sleep. Yet the stars hold our dreams and fantasies. Morning comes all too soon and evening never soon enough. Time slips away, carried on the wings of eagles.

Catch. On a beach, wrapped for winter's storms we watch the ships cross from a distant horizon. Cold sea biting our feet, white noise in our ears, we stand on a flat grey beach, watching beyond the foam. Light pierces the clouds, to illuminate the beach, like a beacon to guide the fleet to shore. Horse and cart stand ready, nets overdue for repair abandoned. The ships low to the sea and the promise of a good catch.

Dark. When the sun goes down and the stars come out. When the birds stop singing and the night calls. When shadows dance and fears appear. That is Dark. When the poor are homeless and we don't care. When the children cry and are cold. When the lonely starve and we ignore. That is Dark. When love is suppressed and the candle has gone out. When the church is selfish and the spirit poor. When gifts are money and thought forgotten. That is Dark. When education fails and teachers struggle. When the people are fools and their trust is betrayed. When the light goes out and we don't know. That is Dark. When the world dies and nobody notices. When the stars are gone and the birds are dead. When the shadows are everywhere and our fears are real. That is Dark.

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