A young lady blessed with the power of crafting words into seamless weave — ethereal poems, endless proses, and enchanting stories encapsulates her unspoken words. This talent, a blessing and a curse for the natural way to express one's feelings through word of mouth was deprived from her. She's Sonora, the silent scribe who kept her time wandering around the celestial skies to collect narratives to fill her mind.
To tell, there's a time that she and the little prince crossed paths within their lifetime -- this was when the little prince travels through the planets that she met the muted muse.
"Hello," The little prince said as he smiles.
Strange to this interaction, Sonora could only wave her hand, reciprocating the greetings of such distinguished lad.
"Is this your planet?" The little prince asked, wondering if Asteroid 453 was the home of the lady.
Sonora moved her head side to side, telling that it's not hers.
Piqued by curiosity, the little prince circled through the silent lass and observed her from up and down. "A notebook and pen!" He cheered, " Please draw me a sheep?"
This flabbergasted the silent lady for it's true, she never travel without her pen that speaks for her and a piece of notebook which is a collection of her pieces. Once she's able to retrieve herself from reverie, she simply wrote, "No".
The little prince looked disappointed, "Then what's the purpose of those things?"
"This speaks for me," she answered briefly through writing once more.
"That's pointless, you have your mouth to do that job!" The little prince replied. "This is useless,"
Sonora sighed, tapping the shoulders of the little prince, she handed out her notebook. It was written there that she may be unable to draw his desired sheep, but she can describe it and give it life.
The little prince won't believe such a notion, as he became silent. Sadness was seen through his eyes that once more he failed to find a capable one to give what he wished.
Pensive thought visited the scribe upon watching the eager prince lose the glimmer of delight. Alas, swift thinking made her smile as an idea surfaced in her mind.
Sonora, with a gentle smile, handed the paper to the little prince. On it was not just a description but a vivid portrayal of a sheep, woven into words with the delicate strokes of her pen. The little prince's eyes widened in amazement as he studied the intricacies of the written sheep.
Sonora wrote on the next, "Sometimes, what we desire may not come in the way we plan or expect it to be. Life has its own unique way and often it surprises us with something even more beautiful than we imagined."
The little prince realized it, thanking Sonora. He understood that sometimes, the unconventional path leads to extraordinary outcomes.
As the little prince bid farewell and continued his journey, Sonora watched him disappear. She's glad to share a profound lesson through her silent art.
(02/03/2024)
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An Anthology of Endings
PoetryCollecting the sunsets, memories, and goodbyes that shaped us. For keeps for old written works in school, life, and in between. (A personal archive since I am able to retrieve some of my works.)
