By The Light of The Moon

The nighttime, without the moon's bright light, is dark and gloomy. Shadows lurk, easily hidden. People wander around blindly, no light to guide their way. Others are lost, consumed by the blackness, feeling like they are alone in the world. In the darkness, it seems all hope is gone. That was my world before you came into it. The moon had been there once, but it disappeared suddenly and I'd been lost in the darkness ever since. Until you came along.

When you arrived, you brought the moon back with you. You brought the light back into the night, so that the world is not plunged into pitch black darkness. You returned the light to the world.It's almost like the moonlight is different to what it was before, but it's still there, brightening the otherwise darkness of the night. Returning light to the world.

By the light of the moon I'm guided once again. By the light of the moon I'm reminded that I'm not the only one here in the world. By the light of the moon, where once I'd been lost, I'm found again. By the light of the moon, the darkness is starting to disappear. By the light of the moon, the world seems bright once again.

You are my moon in the night sky, that lights up the world when it's dark, finds, me, guides me, keeps me company and restores my hope in the world. Where once the moon was stolen away, you've brought it back to remind me what I had once and what I can and will have again.

Smiling Winds

Everyone laughed at her as she walked along. Why, she did not know. She was only being herself, after all. What she did know was that it upset her. Quite a lot, though again, the why to her question was a complete mystery. She was too naïve to realise that the laughter had malice behind it and was not born of good intent. She’d start with her head high, looking straight ahead, only to end up with head bowed, staring at the ground when she reached the end of the street.

It happened so often though, that she soon realised, or discovered, the malicious undertone of the laughter. She was still confused as to the why however. Whys always confused her. Whys were always a hard question. In place of the logic, the answer to a why, in her case anyway, required tapping into someone’s mind, and that was almost impossible.

Initially, she had been saddened by the taunting, and the strange, confusing looks that were shot her way. It seemed at times, as if every back turned on her as she passed. An aisle was created, as those around her receded into the shadows, leaving her a lone figure in the spotlight.

One day, a man smiled at her as she came toward him and his street shop. Given her past, she looked behind her to see if there was someone else, but as usual there was no one there. It was just her and this smiling man. She slowly stepped closer with curiosity, wordlessly gesturing to herself. The man, still smiling, nodded his head. For a moment he turned away. She had just been starting to smile, and at this, the smile faded, at a much quicker pace than it had first come. But then, he turned back, a bright red balloon in his hand, and at snail’s pace, her smile gradually returned to her lips. He held the balloon out toward her, but she stood motionless, not believing, or perhaps not registering that it was in fact her that the balloon was being offered to. He thrust his arm down again, though his expression was not impatient nor annoyed. Instead, it seemed an encouraging gesture. Shakily, she extended her arm toward him, at which, the man’s smile grew wider still as he handed her the bright red balloon.

Her smile remained in place as she wandered away, balloon firmly in her grasp. She tugged gently to pull it down, and lightly touched a finger to it’s surface with her free hand. Quickly, she pulled her hand away at the quick zap that jolted through her finger. As she passed a shop window, she noticed her hair was sticking out in all directions, which served only to cause her smile to widen the slightest bit more. Overtime, she’d come to the conclusion that her appearance was what people must be laughing at. They didn’t know her, so they couldn’t possibly have been laughing at her personality. Sure, she was a little out there. Eccentric, some might say. Others would simply call it zany. But she called it her, and now, with a balloon in her hand and a smile on her lips, she decided that she was just being her. She was doing nothing wrong and had nothing to be sorry for, and so why allow other people’s reactions to bring her down?

After tearing her eyes away from her reflection before her, she began to skip down the street. As usual, her simple presence turned heads, but unlike usual, her shoulders did not slump, her smile did not disappear, and she did not begin to stare at the ground. The balloon flying along behind her created a warm gust of wind, constantly rushing over her and enveloping her in it’s reassuring embrace. She was unsure whether it was the wind or the fact that something had clicked inside her, but she didn’t think she cared. All that mattered was her sudden, unusual burst of confidence, the fresh, sparkling smile on her face and the new found spring in her step as she skipped along down the street, bright red balloon flying swiftly behind her, as if it were running a marathon just in an attempt to keep up.


So, if you see this girl around, with the wild hair and bright red balloon, lend her a smile. It will only boost her confidence more, and it may just make you happy too.

I'll Remember Yesterday

It's all new. This world, this life, without you. But somehow, it's easier than it was before. It's easier to comprehend a life after the life I had with you where once it didn't seem possible at all. Please don't think that this means I'll forget you. I love you and I miss you still. More than anything, I wish you were here with me.That you'd never left at all. Is that crazy?

But, whether I like it or not, time goes on, and with it I am dragged along. There are often times when I long to cling to yesterday. Cling to a world with you. Where this heartache and pain never happened. Where you are here, standing by my side. Two peas in a pod, you and I. You and me against the world. Just the two of us, together forever. Together until the very end. That was the dream, and we lived it too. But I wish with everything I have that I could live in it forever. I wish I could have you back. That I could go back to how it was before. Just you and I. The dream team. Is that selfish?

All these wishes, I know, are in vein. I want the impossible, but it's just that, as hard as it may be. Once, the thought sent a waterfall of tears raining from my eyes. Now, it's just a sad little smile. I can say your name without shaking. I can laugh and remember without a tear. Is that bad?

But, when someone like you is gone, there's only so long you can live with the shadow left behind staring you in the face. Nothing will ever be like you and I. There's no replacing what we had. That's another unobtainable impossibility. But, it would be nice to have a little company till I see you again. Another friend. To talk to. To laugh with and cry with. To share everything with. Someone else here, to stand beside me and help me take on the world. Someone else here so that I'm not all alone with all of this.

I hope you'll understand, and I'll hope you'l forgive what needs forgiving. I hope you know that I can't wait for the day I'll see you again, but I hope you understand that it will be longer for me than for you and I hope you'll understand that I don't feel like I can do this by myself. I hope you know that tomorrow's a new day and I hope you can understand that just because tomorrow is a new day, it doesn't mean that I'll forget about today. It doesn't mean that I won't remember yesterday. Tomorrow is a new day, but I won't forget today, and I'll always remember yesterday.

Boys and Their Toys

The thunderous rumble of a modified car engine. The appearance of blinding lights slowly filling the window as the car came close. The smell of burnt rubber wafting in through the open door. All sure signs that her brother had come for a visit.
"Yay! Mum! Uncle Danny's here!" Her youngest told her excitedly on his way to the front door, so he could be the first to greet him. Her breath caught in her throat as her only daughter rushed past her in a blur to join her little brother. It was only when Ben, her eldest, showed up beside her in a rare venture from his room that the smile she'd been holding in finally emerged.
"Did I hear Uncle Danny pulling up outside?" He asked.
"Yep," she answered, unable to keep the smile from her face.

By the time she reached the front door, her youngest two, Elise and Morgan, had already run off down the drive, waiting to greet their uncle the very minute he got out of the car. Ben was only a little way behind them, wanting to seem cool, but not able to suppress his excitement.

Morgan and Elise gave a cheer as her brother finally emerged from the car at last, a smile quickly forming on his lips at the sight of them.
"Uncle Danny!" Came the excited chorus.
"Hello!" He said, "how're my favourite kids in the world?"
"Good!"
"Good to see you Uncle Danny!" Ben called as he approached, leaning in for her a bear hug.
"How's it going Mate?"
"Not bad."

Next, Danny squatted down, expertly completing the secret handshake he'd formulated with Morgan. Sideways high five, fist bump, a strange firework motion, a high five down low before finally ending with a high five as high as Morgan's small little arms could reach. Danny rose only part way before easily scooping a giggling Elise into his arms. "How's my princess?" He asked as he led the way back toward the house, spare arm round Ben's shoulders. Morgan reluctantly held Ben's hand as they made their way back toward her, a consolation prize compared to the chance to hold Danny's hand.

"I was hoping you'd come by again soon," Ben was telling his uncle as they walked through the door. Conversation ceased as Danny released Ben and leaned over to peck his sister in greeting, bending lower to place Elise back on the ground after he'd done so. "Hey Scarlet," he said. "How's my little Sis doing? These crazy kids not driving you too wild are they?" He asked teasingly.
"No, no. We're fine here," she said, waiting until she knew the kids were out of earshot before continuing. "I'm glad you came for a visit though. They've missed you, and I've  barely seen Benny for weeks." Danny raised an eyebrow. "He only ever really comes out when you're here. They love you, you know Danny. You're a bit like their idol."
Danny laughed nervously as they entered the kitchen. He leaned against the counter while Scarlet bustled round. Finally, she found a few cans of coke, which she set down in front of Ben and Danny.
"Uncle Danny, do you think we could work on my car a bit while you're here?" Ben asked, his eyes lit up hopefully.
"Sure thing Buddy! Is that alright with you Scar?" He asked, peering over at his sister.
She nodded. "Fine by me." The two of them picked up their cans and headed outside.
She turned on the carport's lights and stood by the window, watching them a moment. It took the two of them to
remove the cover from the car before they set their cans on the bench, lifted the hood and set to work.

She hadn't even noticed Morgan had gone until she spotted him approaching them. He reached up and tapped his uncle's calf, the highest part he could reach. Danny turned around, his face lighting up.
"Hey Little Man!" He said cheerily, hoisting him into his arms.
"Uncle Danny, can I help too?"
"Sure!" Danny set him down on the bench beside their drink cans, pushing them aside so Morgan wouldn't knock them. "Do you think you could pass us the tools?"

At the feeling of a tug on her shirt, Scarlet finally looked down to see Elise. "Mummy," she said,  "why do they always want to be outside with the car?"
"I'm not entirely sure sweetie," Scarlet said, "it's a guy thing I guess."
"What?" Asked Elise, still confused.
"Boys honey," said Scarlet. "Boys and their toys."

A Dog's Lament

The moment the door opened, the dog raced toward them. He jumped higher and higher, bouncing his legs on the stomachs of his owners as if they were springboards and his back legs springs. He bounded ahead of them when they began to move, leading the way into the house.

 Inside, there was more excitement, more jumping around, more hyperactivity. As his owners watched on, laughing hard, he zoomed around the house, circling them a few times before stopping at last, panting heavily. He collapsed into a flat position on the floor, breathing quickly, desperate for the  return of air.

The dog waited until the older woman left them alone before sitting in front of the girl. As she reached out and stroked his soft, wiry fur, the dog began to speak. A long, involved series of groans and moans, intermixed with a few odd growls here and there. He was telling her a story. A story that seemed sad and tragic and filled with woe. This was the dog's lament.

It was fine at first. There was sunlight and clouds and the sky was blue. There was warmth in the air and lots of smells and exploring to do. But then, there was nothing new. It started to get darker and colder, and I couldn't get inside no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't get to you. I couldn't find you anywhere. And then, it got darker and colder and I was all alone. It felt like the world was freezing over... Then, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. You still weren't here! You left me! All alone! In the dark and the cold. I didn't know if you'd ever come home again. I though you'd left me forever! 

As the girl listened to the dog, trying her hardest not to laugh at the humour in her dog's serious recount of his sorrowful tale, she imagined him sitting on one of the tree stumps in the yard, howling his tragic story to the moon.

But, as the family settled in for the night, together again, all was forgiven. The dog lay down atop the blanket under which the girl sat and licked the air contentedly. He took one last look round, then, satisfied nobody was going anywhere, finally he dropped his head gently onto his front paws and closed his eyes. With his people. All together again. Home at last.