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~Maybe Moon~

Margot sat in her little house
watching the moon float by.
Her glowing friend shone bright,
being her only ally.
She waited long nights
during her parents' fights,
trying so hard not to cry.

The moon was a constant friend
circling the earth without end,
while her parents fought nearby
not seeming to want to try
to give to one another
what the moon always gives to the sky.

Consistency and commitment,
or perhaps just a tiny glint
of light in each other's eyes,
showing each other that there might be hope
before letting this family die.

Margot looked once again to the moon,
whispering another prayer that soon
the moon's bright light would heal them all,
for it's benevolent help could not come too soon.

Finally, the girl turned toward her bed,
and slowly, sleepily, turned back the sheets.
Margot at last conceded to lay down her weary head.

Meanwhile her quarrelsome parents, having at last exhausted their voices,
sat down to make some incredibly hard choices.

Maybe the moon would keep Margot's life on course, but her parents would still decide to divorce.

--Written by: lafemmedelalune
 

story number one

Once there was a farmer who lived in a cottage every night he would go outside and look up at the night stars and night sky, and expect to see the same site every night. One night, however, the farmer looked up and outside only to find the moon sitting at the top of the night sky, all alone. To the left he looked and saw that his favorite tree had died. Knowing that this night has changed the pattern in the night sky, he decided to live in his house and turn on his light, and never return outside.

-- Written by: NausiccaChild

story number TWO

The sky was a brilliant midnight blue. Long since had the sun set and the moon once more moved into the horizon to play and dance with the stars in the sky. The peaceful village slept, save the two awake. Two who loved and whose souls found the dark of night the best for their meeting. Each night they met beneath the tree and danced together with the moon. Such is the way of young lovers, to fill life with such simplistic grace. Never in the sun would they dance for they were denied one another’s companionship when eyes could see. So it was the moon that became their best friend. It rose and set for the young lovers, each night making its long trek across the sky. The moon envied them and at the same time adored them. Each night it would call to its star companions and they would sing, a gentle haunting tale of hidden love.

And so it went by, the youths became older, time swept by them as though in a hurried hour glass and yet still, they met each night and in each others arms the world would seem right. One night the girl came with a heavy heart to tell her love a story. Her father had told her just that morn that she was to wed. Her little heart shattered at the mention and she went now, head lowered into the night in search of her love. He listened, his own blood growing cold in his veins and then together, they cried. The moon watched, and she wept as well, tiny speckles splashing to the ground and it began to rain. They found their solace in one another embrace, in touch and in taste. With nowhere to run they found their end in each other. The sun set slowly upon the lovers as the people of the village found them beneath the tree, void of breath and yet a serene look in the contours of their faces.

And so it is said that each night as the moon rises so the tree reaches up its twig fingers so they can share in the song of lovers lost and remember together the dances they shared. Moonbeams meet branches and the world stills.

-- Written by: Jadiedid

story number Three

One beautiful warm summer night when the sky was a long blue velvet dress spangled with stars, a little girl sat saucer-eyed on the back porch steps of her home while a bright silvery-grey full moon climbed up the old dead tree right up to the top of the sky. Fascinated her mind drifted to a place where a beautiful Lady dressed all in silver and indigo sat upon a silvery throne. Upon her brow was a tiara made of stars and in one hand was a ball of shining crystal atop an ornate rod gleaming ice-blue with reflected light. Her other hand rested upon something unseen. "I am your mother" said the voice. And though this seemed strange, since her mother would probably be calling her to come in to bed at any moment, there was a ring of truth and she decided to listen. It seemed the night had become very still, the chirping and rustlings of the evening faded and far away. A light silvery mist played upon long soft grass in need of cutting but actually just right to walk through. As expected she heard a voice in the distance, the mother who had raised her and made the meals and beds, and loved her, was calling her to come to bed. Slowly and without thought the girl made nightly preparations and slid into bed. Turning off the little light on the nightstand, she noticed her room filled with a silver-blue light as the pale moonbeams streaked her bed thru the old screen window. Drawing cool cotton sheets up with a sigh, drifting off to sleep without even noticing, Soon the Lady was smiling upon her as brightly as
before, her voice soft and sweet and full of dreams. She answered many questions and told her many things she would forget until the time was right. Every month when the moon was full and streaming through the window casting blue glow throughout the room the Lady would come in dreams and speak softly and leave no trace in the morning but a half-remembered dream. As time went on and things changed as they always do, the girl grew. Between school and other pursuits she barely found time to ever sit outside and stare at the moon as it climbed up the old dead tree to the top of the sky. She moved away to a place where the moon did not streak her bed and fill her room with blue light. Years and several moves later, she finally found herself in an old fashioned place where there was a back porch, and an old screen that let in the moons silver rays. One night she dreamed her room was gone and her bed was a soft, fluffy cloud. Silver light flooded her eyes and looking down, she noticed she was wearing a long indigo dress with a bright silver - white moon, a town below, and an old dead tree. She watched as the moon climbed once again up the old dead tree to the top of the sky and then suddenly she sat up, awake in her bed and REMEMBERED!

-- Written by: Oceansoracle

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