3/19/10

Disclaimer: I don't own the poem in the story. Thank you. I was bored and saw a title for a story/book thingy and said that I'd make a short .. and it ended up like this. Please enjoy.

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Star light. Star bright. First star. I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might. Have this wish. I wish tonight.

It's doesn't make sense until you write it out and go over it a couple of times. I said this small poem over and over again during the nights, hoping my simple wish would come true. You're basically saying that you want this wish enough that you're willing to ask a frozen rock for it. Seems a bit silly, but I love it.

As the days passed and the years grew old, I never got my wish. It wasn't that bad, since I got married and all. But as my life trudged on and became boring, I never turned to the stars. I had forgotten. Then, when I was thirty, I turned my eyes to the sky by chance to see the twinkling light of the brightest of all: the North Star. And so then, as I were a young girl at heart still, I began my wish.

Star light. Star bright. First star. I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might. Have this wish. I wish tonight.

And I wished. I wished so hard that I thought my wish was becoming some kind of chant. Over and over again .. I wish. I wish! So desperately I wished. But that night my wish did not come true. And it didn't the next day, either. Or the next. Or the next. So there I was, my years passing me by faster than children grow, and I had no wish to show for my time of faithfulness to those bright and shining stars. Those rocks in the sky. Suspended as they were, because of no gravity of course, I still had faith one could capture my wish and keep it safe, like a fortune cookie. So I continued to wish on the North Star, the only one that still outshone all of the twinkling lights of the city. Every night, I took my place beside the window and stared out into the black sky. And I wished.

Soon the star became small and distant, and then disappeared completely. Now all I had was my dear, sweet city, miles away. So I wished on those. I wished on the lights and the lanterns and the fires. I wished on the invisible stars and the moon that did not glow. I wished on everything. All that I did, I wished.

I wished for peace and for love.

My husband grew older, as did I. My children, that of which I only had two, a girl and a boy, grew up. They became adults before my eyes, bigger every day as I blinked, moved out and found love, leaving their wishes behind. So I took their unused wishes and I sat down in my rocking chair, and I took those petals, white as snow and as pure as tears, and I used up those wishes as well. Soon I was alone and my husband was gone, resting in the ground not a mile away, and as I rocked I began to wish. I wished for peace and I wished for rest. I wished for all of the world to know the power of a wish. And as I rocked, my knees hurting and my eyes failing, I felt my heart slow in its pace.

So I wished that I would pass on quickly, onto my husband in Heaven. So then, as the days dwindled away to nothing, I sat in my chair and used the last of my own wishes. One day, as the sun rose, over the horizon covered by cities and towns, the last of the stars melting away into the clear blue sky, I closed my eyes and did not open them.

I passed from person to spirit and on, leaving my children's wishes behind on that rocking chair.

So now I sit, upon a star, as is my Cosmic duty, listening to all of the world. And as I do, I think back to my life in that rocking chair, wishing, wishing. And because I was so faithful about it, I was given a lovely job.

So if you have the heart, look up to the sky to the North star, and you can perhaps see me, holding all of the world's wishes, in my hands.