THE TALE OF THE SINGLE STAR

   
   

       There was nothing to be said as she watched the stars smear the sky like a beautiful painting. she waited until they appeared in their countless numbers, the moon smiling at her surprised look. It had been a long time since she had seen the stars fill the sky,such a long time. She had lost account of time. Too busy was she with her earthly activities that she had forgotten who she had been and the stars shining brightly above reminded her of her past. She cherished it, wished for it again, to lay at its bosom, to grasp it and this night, unlike any other night wished she could lay under the watchful eyes of the stars. On the chair where she rested, the stars entertained her eyes forming different shapes and sizes. She would laugh when she mistake satellites for big stars...It reminded her of her childhood and how she had said in her little mind that it was her star. Or when she had imagined a big house in the full moon with Jesus in it. Such innocence, she had missed that feeling. The smiling moon stayed firm telling her of its unchangeable state despite countless pressure. She wept after this silent talk, how greatly she had changed and laughed again when a shooting star came across. Then a star tired of standing in the skies fell down. It fell very fast. It fell deep down, it fell beyond imagination into an endless deep abyss.