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lyricalechoes) wrote2011-06-06 10:27 pm
lyricalechoes) wrote2011-06-06 10:27 pm
Story: "Why Do They Sing of Moonlight?"
The Moon was lonely so he asked the stars, "How can I find happiness? Why can I never find that feeling or fill that need?"
The stars, with the wisdom of glass and tears answered, "There is happiness in creation. Make something, stretch your imagination. What else is there to do when the world sleeps anyways?"
The moon thought about that for a month or two. After all, he had all the time in the world. All the night time that is. Every night, as he slipped away, he would pull off his thinking cap, replacing it with a night cap. "What could I make that is truly memorable?" he would yawn, exitting on the path of the dawn. The stars never answered, for they always fell asleep before the moon.
But one night, the moon shone full. He was bright and luminous, dripping with creativity and sprinkling potential over the earth. His shining gaze traveled across the lands, grabbing at bits of jasmine, notes of music, and veggies from a garden as he passed it by. "What is this music?" he wondered, as he mixed all the happiest things he could find in a giant tea cup. "Why do they call it 'indie'?" he mused, throwing in a pinch of stardust and the softest feathers he could find.
As dawn broke across the sky, the moon tiptoed into a hospital and emptied the cup all over a baby girl with black curls. "I name thee Cynthia. You will make eyes dance and hearts smile," he proclaimed. That night, he laid aside his thinking cap with a satisfied sigh. The stars were right! There WAS joy within creation. He had not created Cynthia's body but her spirit was made of moonbeams and jasmine, vegetables and music, all the best pieces of the world would live and breathe in her.
Through the years, the moon watched the walls of Cynthia's home. For as a creature of the night, he rarely got to see her as a child. But as the photos changed, he stole glimpses of her wonderous smile. Her teeth glistened like the stardust from his special potion. She rode a bike like she was born to it, gliding along like moonlight on the water. Truly she showed part of her Uncle Moon within her eyes.
And when she was ready, when she couldn't make anyone any happier, (for her soul was blooming with music and love), the moon made sure to shine on the nights when she thought of a man named Gary. He would softly blow loving thoughts through her screens those nights and sprinkle romantic moondust on vegetables as they grew, vegetables that were destined for her perfect teeth.
The moon had learned that creating brings A happiness but creating isn't enough. Happiness is never truly happiness until it is shared. And share he would, share Cynthia with all that saw her glowing perfect smile. But, most of all the moon felt she needed someone like Gary, someone who could play he was evil and dark but someone who needed a bike-riding, glowing moonbeam like Cynthia, to fill his life with indie music and his belly with vegetables.
And as Cynthia loved Gary, and Gary loved Cynthia, the Moon could know no greater happiness. Creating love, sharing love, sharing that blew blackness away from a soul like Gary's ... the moon knew he had created something truly special, something no one else could do.
And for the first time, the Moon slept at night. All was well and love was good.
That's why there are so many songs of why moonlight leads to love. Because all knew the story of Cynthia and Gary and knew they had to sing and commemorate this amazing type of miracle.
The stars, with the wisdom of glass and tears answered, "There is happiness in creation. Make something, stretch your imagination. What else is there to do when the world sleeps anyways?"
The moon thought about that for a month or two. After all, he had all the time in the world. All the night time that is. Every night, as he slipped away, he would pull off his thinking cap, replacing it with a night cap. "What could I make that is truly memorable?" he would yawn, exitting on the path of the dawn. The stars never answered, for they always fell asleep before the moon.
But one night, the moon shone full. He was bright and luminous, dripping with creativity and sprinkling potential over the earth. His shining gaze traveled across the lands, grabbing at bits of jasmine, notes of music, and veggies from a garden as he passed it by. "What is this music?" he wondered, as he mixed all the happiest things he could find in a giant tea cup. "Why do they call it 'indie'?" he mused, throwing in a pinch of stardust and the softest feathers he could find.
As dawn broke across the sky, the moon tiptoed into a hospital and emptied the cup all over a baby girl with black curls. "I name thee Cynthia. You will make eyes dance and hearts smile," he proclaimed. That night, he laid aside his thinking cap with a satisfied sigh. The stars were right! There WAS joy within creation. He had not created Cynthia's body but her spirit was made of moonbeams and jasmine, vegetables and music, all the best pieces of the world would live and breathe in her.
Through the years, the moon watched the walls of Cynthia's home. For as a creature of the night, he rarely got to see her as a child. But as the photos changed, he stole glimpses of her wonderous smile. Her teeth glistened like the stardust from his special potion. She rode a bike like she was born to it, gliding along like moonlight on the water. Truly she showed part of her Uncle Moon within her eyes.
And when she was ready, when she couldn't make anyone any happier, (for her soul was blooming with music and love), the moon made sure to shine on the nights when she thought of a man named Gary. He would softly blow loving thoughts through her screens those nights and sprinkle romantic moondust on vegetables as they grew, vegetables that were destined for her perfect teeth.
The moon had learned that creating brings A happiness but creating isn't enough. Happiness is never truly happiness until it is shared. And share he would, share Cynthia with all that saw her glowing perfect smile. But, most of all the moon felt she needed someone like Gary, someone who could play he was evil and dark but someone who needed a bike-riding, glowing moonbeam like Cynthia, to fill his life with indie music and his belly with vegetables.
And as Cynthia loved Gary, and Gary loved Cynthia, the Moon could know no greater happiness. Creating love, sharing love, sharing that blew blackness away from a soul like Gary's ... the moon knew he had created something truly special, something no one else could do.
And for the first time, the Moon slept at night. All was well and love was good.
That's why there are so many songs of why moonlight leads to love. Because all knew the story of Cynthia and Gary and knew they had to sing and commemorate this amazing type of miracle.
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I just hope Gary and Cynthia like it. You think you would if you were her?
(yes, I am a very insecure person, LOL)
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Trust me, I'm insecure too. My post from a few weeks showcased that. I'm having trouble with my free topic for the same reason: I'm scared that they won't like it :s
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And hell, yes, if I were her, I'd hug you! And hug you again!
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This is just what came to mind, reading what Gary says about her. She must contain moonlight and everything special, to enchant Gary so much:)
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I was also wondering if I might friend you now I've been voted out? I was hesitant to ask before because I didn't want it to seem like I was just trying to win appeal in the polls. :P But I do like your writing and you seem pretty awesome to me.