The Last Star by Sam Hackel-Butt

The Last Star

I close my eyes while sitting here in front of the computer, and think back to yesterday morning. Five in the morning. Watching a movie, despite not sleeping at all that night. I was waiting for something. Something special.

The last star. Of the night, twinkling, twirling, elegantly amidst the pale purple clouds of morn. The sun hadn’t yet arrived, but there was enough light to see the dimensions of the fleeting, flurry of clouds racing to the horizon, afraid of being stripped of their dimensional colors and shapes as light grew ever brighter.

I stood outside on the balcony, in the back of my house. Hot and muggy, inside. Cool and refreshing as I gazed up and up, into the peering eyes of the unknown spirits, closing the windows to Heaven, one by one, stars disappeared. Until one was left. Twinkling, twirling, elegantly amidst her dying companions as they left the gazing to a God of the day.

With every gust of wind, the clouds pushed effortlessly towards the remaining star, threatening to engulf her, and take her away into morning. Kidnapped, as she did her best to stray away, push the cloaked, grasping hand away from her twinkling, twirling elegance, trying to capture the beauty of the planet before light robs him of his essence in the seductive dark.

Captured, nothing else to do. The pale purple and blue appeared like watercolor on a canvas, spraying and dripping, fresh alluring colors to tantalize the eyes and pull new victims to gaze upon the dieing star, in all her splendor as she’s forced to abandon her post, seized by force, and held captive until light dies, and she could rejoin, being the first star out to gaze upon the loving face of the earth once more.

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