As you look unto the eternal light,
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The coldness leaves you with the power of night
You watch time fly by, as you wait for this melody of fright,
The dark sky lights up, with the power of might.
Someday, as the sun reaches too high,
As the moon finally says goodbye,
You will wish upon the last shooting star flying by,
That you could have a second look at life,
Without the will for yourself to die.
The star would say with such a deep sigh,
“What is a wish when it cannot be granted?”
You would respond,
“Why cannot my dream planted,
With all of my heart and soul, already in the roots?”
The shooting star says to you,
“Oh, do not worry; I will be right back to grant yours,
But for now, Adieu.”
Time again goes by,
The moon gives a cry,
The sun beams a sigh,
You watch yourself in the mirror,
Wondering when the world will try,
The mortals all run with a tear in their eye,
By and by and by.
And then finally your shooting star comes back, and says to you,
“I have come! Now, I may grant you your wish!”
You ask him,
Where have you been? I have been so blue,
Without my wish to come true.”
“I have been away my friend,
Away to find a memory to please you.
And now I am back, shiny and new.
So tell me your wish! I am ready!”
You tell him your same wish,
And the shooting star grins,
And points up at the crying sun and moon.
The moon goes, swiftly and gracefully toward the sun,
Gives the sun a small peck on his warm cheek.
You change your confused face,
To a dumbfounded look,
As the moon slides behind the sun,
And there, you see your happy days,
Back when you were just a little child,
And you first touched a piano, and loved its sound,
When you kissed your best boy friend under the Big Tree in the school playground,
When you won the “cutest costume” award at school on Halloween day,
When you finally went to your first concert for your birthday,
When your secret crush asked you out, and you did not know what to say.
As many more happy memories roll on past the hugging sun and moon,
You look at the star with a smile on your face, and say,
“Thank you my friend, for you have granted my wish,
And I can now look at this earth,
Like I saw its beauty at birth,
And oh, is it beautiful!”
The star replies,
“You deserve this, do not thank me.
I shall thank you instead,
For this is my first time to be caught and to grant a wish!
Thank you my friend,
Thank you so very much!”
You ask him if perhaps he could keep in touch,
And since he already granted yours,
You shall not need any more from him.
“Of course, of course! Why not?
You helped me, while I helped you.
Why shan’t friends keep in touch?”
You say goodbye, and watch as he drifts away,
His bright eternal light
Empowering with all its might,
Shooing away the fright,
Of any immoral in sight.
Now, you go back into your home,
Give a smile and a deep breathe,
And walk into your room and laugh yourself to sleep,
For your lullaby of new life.
For once in your life,
The sun and the moon have become friends,
And hugged longer than any eclipse.
The sun beams “See you tomorrow morning,”
And lies down.
The moon whispers, “Welcome thy friends, and good night,
Sleep well tonight,
For tomorrow’s near,
And thou art in need of a beautiful dream,
To brighten up tomorrow’s sunlight of a new day.”
Adieu, thy loves, see thou’st tomorrow!