Babies In The Sky

In a fishermenís village by the farthest, eastern shore, there was the old Grandpa who talked in whispers, and the little Grandson who spoke in question marks. Looking out towards the night sky, the boy said: Whatíre those dots of blinking lights? Whatíre they doing there? ìTheyíre fireflies,î said Grandpa. ìNot like the ones we sometimes see fussing around over the bushes along the creek, these are much better ones. Bigger bellies. Brighter lights. Theyíre up there every night, showing off their beauty for us to enjoy before we go to bed. The first of them came into life when the first of us was born. Since then, every time a baby cries his first cry, one more of them becomes alive, brightening the sky even brighter. From time to time, one of them will lose its light. That means, somewhere, someoneís died. And the firefly will wait to be lighted again by the next babyís cry.î ìThen one of themís my twin?î said the boy. ìOh yes, youíre right. See the two there hugging each other under the moon? Theyíre yours and mine.î That night, The little boy wore a smile to his sleep. In his dream he grew wings, and he flew amongst the fireflies. How silly! He learned from school in the city. The Big Bang was the creator of these celestial bodies, incandescent spheres of gas scattered into space since the dawn of time. ìOut there,î his teacher said, ìthe stars are waiting for us to unveil their mystery.î Many stars have been named by him, the astronomer, famous for his discovery, the edge of the universe stretches much farther than infinity. He is happy. Except sometimes when the nightmare returns. Men in metallic space suits suspended in pitch-black sky, aiming their long luminous guns at the big-bellied fireflies. At every sharp burst, a light goes out. One by one, they drop from the sky, and land on the sand among the other dead babies. He always wakes up before the bullet hits his wing, overwhelmed as if within his chest there exists a vast empty space, yet filled with unknown, silent turbulence. He wishes his Grandpa were still alive; That fisherman might have known the answer.

Written by: Akaramunee Wannaprapai

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hussain <husk@ayna.com> from cf1-19.isu.net.sa on Saturday, May 20, 2000 at 12:16:20

FREE TREE

I was mercifully free of poetry
as a boy
a sadness
to which I am now afflicted
but back then
I knew
the sky was blue
and the dirt was red
and that sometimes
poetry has gotta hurt
like falling out of a tree

Brian Dunne <prozacly@space.net.au> from srv0.space.net.au on Saturday, June 12, 1999 at 16:00:58

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Lek <thaispices@aol.com> from ww-tr03.proxy.aol.com on Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 17:14:46

Tear drops running down my face
Remembering the first time we kissed
Under the moon over the stars
You will always be in my heart

Will never forget the first time we meet
The way you hold me in your arms
Oh, how you loved me, so caringly
That was how you loved me

What happened between us?
Why can't it always be
together you and me
When all i need is you in my life

Don't walk away
There still things left un-said
I love you, i really do
Missing you so tenderly
Only wishing you would always be- close by my side

Tear drops running down my face
Remembering the way u caressed me
On the sand beside the sea
You will always be in my heart

You are my dream
You are everything i ever wish to have
You were my destiny, my hope, my soul
If you could only turn back and see
That the one who loves you
Is waiting...me

kob <sammuang@global.co.za> from pta-52t2-71.mweb.co.za on Thursday, April 30, 1998 at 02:29:03

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noo <b3717569@kkucc1.kku.ac.th> from kkucc1.kku.ac.th on Friday, April 03, 1998 at 22:38:07

mom always said
love will make you a hero
or it will drive you mad
you give into love
what you expect out of love
more often than not
you give more than what you're asked to give
it is just because you loved
like baby, they give unconditional love
love with meaning, love without pain
give baby love
and don't expect a personal gain
if love was meant to be
love will come back
if love was not, set it free
one day you will see
love is a fabric of life
that continuously weave a pattern of color
of who we truly are
so, give baby love, unconditional love
be a hero and it love will set you freeeeeeee...

changmai007 from 192.127.247.54 on Friday, February 20, 1998 at 02:51:20

To be and to bean

Nuanchan <nkunphit@sct.co.th> from 203.145.11.2 on Thursday, February 19, 1998 at 18:41:04

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