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[ursa major]
stars are different,
each constellation tells a story,
a story of heroes among the sky,
a connection of dots with complex meanings.
the walk she had taken you on was filled with flowers,
bushes and trees littering what would be a barren land;
a walk she had been planning for a while now,
her bragging echoed in your mind.
the path winds around one peak,
winding roads of dirt and gravel-
nettles and vines stick against the ground,
sometimes touching against your leg,
(she pulls you against herself,
whenever a nettle brushes against you;
mumbling scoldings,
as her hand loosely rests on your waist.
she is wearing shorts,
it's hypocritical of her to tell you off,
you think).
that peak is decorated with ruins,
stone pillars protrude from the ground-
artefacts from another year,
another millennia.
she sits on the ruined stone,
patting the space beside herself,
an invitation,
a choice.
you join her,
(you always do),
sitting with your thighs touching hers,
her hand against yours.
"i remember,
being told by this old guy,
that stars are the same,
even if you look at them from different places".
"really?
you never told me,
about this encounter before."
she laughs,
and shakes her head,
shifting her legs,
letting you see the pattern of the stone indented into them.
"it was a while ago,
you were off doing schisckal buisness,
so i went to find something to do;
ended up finding this old man-
it was late, i think-
and we started looking at the stars.
he was really fun,
told me all kinds of stories,
told me the meanings of the constellations-
he was old,
had lots to say, you know?"
she pauses,
takes a breath,
eyes zero in on the clear night sky,
you follow her eye sight.
"he told me that,
'stars are the same, no matter where you look at them',
croaked it out,
like something held him back.
after a bit he was okay,
we talked more and more,
then we left our seperate ways.
i think about that night a lot,
because he is right;
if i look at the stars in one place,
you will see the same sight i see at another place."
"and if the sky isn't clear,
what then?"
she turns her gaze from the stars;
her eyes shine,
white dots reflected in them-
you could make out ursa major.
"you'll know anyways,
the feeling of the stars will be there-
they'll sparkle,
through the clouds."
you let go of her hand,
backing away from your seat,
(the stone is cold)-
she gazes back at the sky.
"i hope you can see the stars,
from where ever you are."
she disapates into thin air,
your words are the last thing that illusion saw.
you could make out ursa major in the sky.