Author: JoelleHaskell PM
A dream I had where I stole the sun, moon and stars, and stuffed them in a bag.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Spiritual - Words: 212 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-26-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2468013
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One night, dissatisfied,
I stormed away from places of dissent.
And battlegrounds where I,
A mortal, swayed no one's discontent.
Off a balcony I stepped,
With full focus in my heart to die.
But instead of meeting my intent,
I fell into the sky,
But still my conscience wept.
Wondering what had stayed
I turned my head to glance askew,
And noted, unperturbed, my wings,
Which in my dreams are nothing new.
So forgetting my regret anew,
I left beneath me places deemed
Unworthy of my lofty view.
I hungered to hold higher things,
And so flew into the blue.
I craved control over all
Within the Milky Way that spanned
An otherwise unmolested night.
I spoke out with deific might,
"Sun and Moon, I now demand
You both at once to rise!"
They fearfully came at my command.
Then like a thief, I stole their light,
And stuffed it in a bag.
But still the first
Didn't satisfy my greed.
I didn't understand my aching,
Nor recognize my need.
I could set all Earth to quaking!
I could turn all trees to seeds!
I could kill and regrow nations!
But my selfishness grew waning,
And I returned the things I'd thieved.