To sail the stars from Sol to infinity would be the dream of any explorer, but that is not my universe. These stars are not burning forces from the heavens. Instead they are wrapped in a different fire.
One dreams of catching the largest salmon ever seen. Another prays in tears that her husband will finally come home for good from battle. One flares into existence among its brethren, content with being for now and ready to explore the world. Another collapses in on itself as a letter appears in his hands.
My sea has never been a quiet one, and so long as the hearts of man are so turbulent and eloquently breakable, it never will be.
I don’t mind. I will travel this course as long as required, as such is the duty of one who governs power. A loft title for so isolated a role. Even as I swim through the thoughts and cries of man, they would never know me.
Only my master knows me.
And one other. One who took into his heart not just his own thoughts, but the dreams and fear of those around him. He became more than just a single ember of thought, he became an anchor. A crutch. A sibling. A lover.
But he was never anything but genuine. Never false or pandering, though sometimes sharp and scathing. Yet within him was carried potential. Even now, so many years after we met, even far after his passing, the echoes of those bonds ripple across the lights I monitor. Perhaps someday we shall meet again.
For now, I watch the stars.
My entry in this week’s Free Write Friday challenge. And after reading all the entries for last week, I was inspired to do something a bit more…grand.
I hope you all enjoy!