Autumn this time. A crisp, cold Canadian autumn. And I knew that it was time at last, for I had been waiting an eternity. Leaves rustled under my boots with that very special sound which leaves under boots always make.
I smiled to myself.
Above me the trees towered in their proud red and golds, all too aware that soon they would be naked. Darkness closed in, surrounding me.
I was neither frightened, nor lonely, for they guided me and were with me as ever. On I walked, deeper and deeper into the forest. I did not know where they led me but trusted in them, and soon came to a clearing among the trees.
The woods were silent. No breeze rustled the leaves, nor did any creature stir. I looked to the skies, and I watched, and I waited.............
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I am a star-child.
There are many of us, scattered across the surface of this planet called Earth. We worship the night heavens, and drink upon the nectar of star light. We live and we die with our souls in the sky, and serve loyally those bright gods from afar. We are hypnotized and we are mesmerized by their beauty and their strength, and are held in their bondage forever with age-old secrets whispered on clear nights. We exist only for them, and we live only by their will. They are wisdom and they are truth. They are life and they are death. They are all.
We are their disciples, and our only purpose is to tell of their wonders, to speak of their pulsing, vibrant beauty, to love the magic of those dusty silver starlights.
And still we watch the shimmering night skies.
And still we wait....
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Diaries of a Pleiadian Starchild, copyright, 1977, by Michelle McGrahan Devlin
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by Michelle MGrahan (Devlin)
as published in Glebe Collegiate Institute Yearbook, Ottawa, 1977
Canada Literary/Poetry Contest Award, 1977
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