Another Stupid Story

"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls" -George Carlin

There was once a boy

His eyes were bright like the sun, he had a smile of opulent gold

His soul was warm and full, he had never known the cold

Everywhere he went, he dispersed a blinding light

People were drawn to his splendor, he was a rare & radiant sight

There was once a girl

Her skin was pale, her hair dark, her eyes were glazed with wonder

She preferred the darkness, existed in the shadows, enjoyed the rain and thunder

She didn't try to gain attention, popularity, prestige, or acceptance

She was shy, she was different, she was a glimmer of light that held a quiet transcendence

Among all that he met, she was unusual and offbeat

Instead of being blinded, she reflected a silvery beam- quiet, soft, discreet

He was intrigued by her obscurity, and travelled across the sky

Hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl with a flicker in her eye

They collided, and as the story goes, things were never quite the same

From her the boy met darkness, from him the girl gathered embers from the flame

And together they made the stars.