10 October 2012
Ruben climbed his ladder high Every rung, up to the sky As sleepily, the world below Began to quiet down and slow
As it was with every night, Rubens job was to hide the light So that twilight would fade to dark Until the cry of the morning lark
Ruben reached a heavenly height Bathed silvery-gold in the evening light And then produced a needle sharp As the sunlight spirits plucked their harps
And so he began to cover the sky In swathes of velvet, black as night, Sewing each one close together, Continuing on his nightly adventure
When he had nearly finished sewing, And the light of day was not overflowing, A dove of moonshine northwards flew And tore the seams neat stitching through
Through the hole the bird had made, A beam of light broke through the shade And glowed so bright, he had to stay And watch the beam shine, bright as day
From that day on, Ruben carefully made Holes in the seams, and to the world, he said That these were stars, that shine so bright And they were for wishing, following and light.
How The Stars Came To Be • Opuss № I