Star Wonder
Starwoven: A Story in Verse - Chapter 12
STAR WONDER sprinting to the window barriers halting in time her king-sized friend waiting What was that tune you were humming yesterday? Just a little something passed down from an Ancient Star Wanderer … or so they say. They say the Wanderer still drifts, star to star, galaxy to galaxy. Through all of time. Through all of space. Traveling the universe … and beyond. eyes widened Beyond? So they say. Sometimes, lass, you just have to believe … and sometimes, you don’t. Do you believe, Issi? Aye, lass. I do. then from his pocket came a flute a star whistle You’ve the gift to hear the songs. But remember … It’s about listening with your soul, lass. spellbound Red attended Issi flute to lips fingers finding vertical holes one lone pure note resounded hauntingly quiet a moment even the stars paused to listen shanty words followed steady enchanting Oh, weave the stars and pull them near. Threads that hum, I’ll lend an ear. Speak to me across the dark. Guide me homeward. Leave your mark … she felt it it pulled her hand against invisible glass magnetic pulse surging within threads reaching back purple, blue gold twirling in time in tune Still as new horizons gleam, hear my call and make me seen. threads she blinked expecting to vanish they didn’t thunder in her heart threads Do you see them? Issi twinkled reached inside out holding a second star whistle Sometimes, lass, you just have to believe. she shone holding the gift weighty heavy in meaning thoughts flickered to Echo she swayed weaving within the threads her first tattoo linked then— Mum! Had she seen them too? Red pressed stars I knew you were there. lingered Zophia from the shadows soft eyes watching remembering and now … unable to look away Red’s small hands against the glass face lit up in wonder Zophia reaching hesitated stopped for what a little girl staring at the same stars crushed dreams but for Red … Some bones still sing when touched by light. Red submerged baptized … weave the stars and pull them near … a spiral embrace of gentle waves the threads giving way to Mirach pointing to Andromeda pressed to glass tighter and tighter inhale I will … exhale … find you.
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