Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Jan 3, 2014 21:25:57 GMT -8
Moira knew that this would be her final performance. She chose her spot carefully, balancing on the railing along the waterfront, the foggy waters at her back and the shining silver box with its elaborate bow and large tag saying “Pay It Forward” just in front of her on the pier.
At midnight, as one year ended and another began, Moira began to sing. Songs of hope, of joy, of new beginnings and the coming of spring, she put all her heart and skill into trying to reach someone, anyone, to make a difference, if only for a moment. The salt-spray air was chill and her flowing white dress became weighted down with it, but Moira hardly noticed. She sang her songs to the faces in front of her, and the night around her, and to a grumpy, beloved Nocker than never existed at all.
When she felt the guidance of her Remembrance start to fade, Moira began her final song. Deep and slow and sweet, the melody poured out…
I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see them bloom,
For me and you.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying,
"I love you".
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
A breath, a pause, and then Moira stepped backward off the railing, plunging into the cold Sound and disappearing from view.
Moira waited until the water had closed utterly around her before Flicker Flashing back to her house. Behind her, back at the pier, the crowd surged forward, clustered around the railing, looking down into the black waters, but there was no sign of the woman in white. Only the silver box was left. Curious onlookers opened the box, but found inside only a slab of unassuming grey stone. One person turned the stone and looked beneath it: Peace On Earth was all it said.
At midnight, as one year ended and another began, Moira began to sing. Songs of hope, of joy, of new beginnings and the coming of spring, she put all her heart and skill into trying to reach someone, anyone, to make a difference, if only for a moment. The salt-spray air was chill and her flowing white dress became weighted down with it, but Moira hardly noticed. She sang her songs to the faces in front of her, and the night around her, and to a grumpy, beloved Nocker than never existed at all.
When she felt the guidance of her Remembrance start to fade, Moira began her final song. Deep and slow and sweet, the melody poured out…
I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see them bloom,
For me and you.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying,
"I love you".
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
A breath, a pause, and then Moira stepped backward off the railing, plunging into the cold Sound and disappearing from view.
Moira waited until the water had closed utterly around her before Flicker Flashing back to her house. Behind her, back at the pier, the crowd surged forward, clustered around the railing, looking down into the black waters, but there was no sign of the woman in white. Only the silver box was left. Curious onlookers opened the box, but found inside only a slab of unassuming grey stone. One person turned the stone and looked beneath it: Peace On Earth was all it said.