Sending a silent,
unintentional prayer
she dozes herself.

Her son, shivering,
searching for stars, waiting
sighing in the night.

In that dark quiet
the deepest part of this night:
a single light beam.

The silver column
Dark world to darker heavens
filled his wide blue eyes.

Filled the whole room
He laughed at the sweet lightness
and waved at the joy.

His mother, sleeping,
never woke as he crept past
intent on seeing.

Out in the silver
the path was strewn with bright stones
and shining flowers.

The light beckoned him
the silent night reposing
he walked past the town,

on into the woods
dark even in brightest day
now brightest of all.

Fallen, earth-bound star
pulsed and sang and multiplied
that last beam of day.


So, Ailfrid told the bird,
that wee gnome walked through the night
now brighter than day.

The single upward beam
guided him between the trees
on strangely lit paths.

Perched on his shoulder,
the old tale spun past the bird
who listened and sang.

Her refrain was caught
between the remembered words
passed down the ages.

So, Ailfrid spoke on,
telling of the silent path
bathed in silver light.

“Soon the gnome lad came
to the gathered animals
keeping their vigil.

They were not fearful
but filled with a dignity;
flowing with wonder.

The small gnome came then
to the mossy scene so still
the light now softer.

The brilliance tempered
’til the circled attending
seemed lit by candle

and all hushed they watched.
He went nearer and he stopped.
A moment of poise.


“The small lad approached
The animals held their breath
The light-filled gem dimmed.

He stretched out his hand
the clear crystal seemed to call
One more breath and step

Just a moment when
his life and the light were two
his hand moved closer.

Then the light called out
leapt up to his hand and he
he plucked Night Star up.”

The small bird leapt up
fluttering around Ailfrid
pouring his song out.

He sang with passion
Ailfrid walked on, listening,
wondering what words.

“You tell your own tale
Friend, and like to mine it is
of honor and life.”

In my tale, the boy
stretches out his hand and says
‘behold the Night Star!’

The animals stood
and watched him take up the gem
and saw it fill him

Saw it fall dark and
then burst forth in colored beams
newly bright as day.


The assembled stood
watching awhile as light danced
across the dark world.

Then the boy’s mother
having found him out of bed
and followed the light

Found him with Night Star
standing in the purest light
his sweet face glowing.

The King’s men arrived
standing stiffly at the edge
of the ring of light.

The captain walked up
and said softly, ‘come with me’
All turned and followed.

the long procession
boy and Night Star, his mother,
animals, king’s men.

The light reflected
in each eye along the road
they walked on calmly.

As they walked, more came
til the path to the palace
over flowed with folk.

The animals calm
walked stately and with clear eyes
bearing their witness.

The king’s men came last
knowing the light had beckoned
and they had answered.


So they all arrived
The Night Star leading the way
Greeted by the King.

The King and the Queen
stood watching them approach
All smiled with pleasure.

The King raised his hand
‘Come forward young gnome boy
and show what you’ve found.’

The lad stepped up then,
holding Night Star in his hands,
held it up to them.

The King looked solemn
but the queen’s gaze was softened
‘come closer to me’

He approached and knelt
held up his hands full of light
to the kind lady.

The queen bent over
the gem, which quite exploded
in bright golden light.

when the gem subdued
they looked upon the queen
radiant with light.

The small gnome, rising,
bestowed the gem on his queen
into her white hands.

The glow left not him
nor amplified in her face
but flowed in them all.

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