The lonely moon

will you lend me your fathers small fishing boat?
yes, of course i will. but why do you need it?
i need it in order to sail out to where the moon is closest to the ocean.
and why would you want to sail to such a silly place?
im going to lasso the lonely moon...for you. then i can take us both up there where we could have a lovely picnic, and i will grab some moon flowers for you. then maybe i can tell you everything. tell you how my heart longs for you. tell you that everything i want i found in your eyes. then will climb back down, sail back to shore and go our seperete ways untill the next time. i lasso the moon... for you. and who knows... maybe one day will be married, and everytime the day turns inside out to revel the stars...we can look up to where we first feel in love

the innocent words of the boy touched the young girls heart so much that she lent her fathers fishing boat to the boy. she told him that he would never find where the moon meets the ocean for many people have tried before and failed. but the young boy was sure he could find it. he had to try. for this is the only way he thought she would ever be able to love him. he didnt have to many possessions in this world and the meager one's he had he couldn't give to such an angel who stepped out of a dream. the boy knew well that she could never really love him the way he loved her. but as long as she would spend one day with him on the lonely moon... he would be able to die happy in his paupers grave. so off he went and he promised her that he would return as soon as he found the lonely moon.

many years went by and no one had heard from the boy. many simply assumed that he was lost at sea or simply died in his own ocean of emotions. the once young girl had grown old and her memory of the boy had faded long ago until one day when she was walking near the shore that she noticed a small boat that her granddaughter had pointed out to her. there it was, her fathers old fishing boat, beaten and withered by time it looked like an ancient relic from another world. there she stood for a good time looking at her childhood summed up in the form of a small fishing boat. her granddaughter walked up to it and then called for her grandmother.

she walked up to the ancient relic and began to shed soft tears for what she saw. inside the boat was a single flower.. a single flower from the lonely moon.