Title : microcosm
Author : darkstar
Email : Clone347@aol.com
Feedback : craved and adored.
Category : Mulder poetry, mild angst, Mulder-Sam musing.
Disclaimer : These characters are not mine and I am making no money. But if I 
trade you my best hamster, can I have Mulder? Please? 
Rating : G

Summary : Memories of a childhood

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microcosm

mulder point of view
darkstar
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We hunted them in twilight,
when the summer hung thick over the pines
and the citronella candles burned low,
and your hair hung in wet pigtails down your back.
We saw them as tiny fallen stars,
spinning in orbits of their own whim,
glowing Jupiter orange, and Sirius green
through microcosm of jonquil fileds and
magnolia groves.
We ran with naked feet through damp grass
in pursuit of minature constellations
(how they danced in your eyes!)
until we captured whole galaxies,
the Milky Way in a Mason jar,
and tucked them safely beside our beds.
And every so often, we peered through the roof
of our captive sky
and smiled.

   We were only children, then.
   Who could blame us for the belief
   that we could hold the universe in our hands?


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thanX for reading :) 
I'd love to hear what you think. :)

darkstar