My Little Prince

You came from somewhere with questions in your mind and a peal of laughter. I too have my own set of questions which you pointed to me that things should not only be dealt as a matter of consequence that can bring forth important to our own selves only. It is most important that we understand how even the minute of things are playing an important role in our existence.

It is in this desert of humanity that we have fought our ways forward. Defying what should have been uncommon and going against the tides that this planet brings. It was a journey for you and I was stranded in this desert on Earth. You have been into other planets dealing with a misgiving, a misfortune, a realization perhaps or a wound in some. You wished to be healed as you are looking for something to protect your own rose. I was stranded in this desert - again, and you believe I can be your solace. That you can empower me with every authority that you have. I should have stomped my feet at the onset. But what deferred me? It is your peal of laughter that amazed me, that caught me, to be with you, to shelter you. It should have been otherwise as you have the authority over me - the command that a solitary man possesses having endured the various planets that you have been into.

Have you mentioned to me how much you loved your rose. A sheep is nearby and we took turns in criticizing what should be appropariate for your sheep - a sly plan so that you can still have your rose back when you go home.

The rose indeed is a proud flower. She has you under its spell. She has you under its fragrance, But yes, the thorns will always be there. You dare not pluck them because you fully believe that it can protect your rose from your sheep. But, do you think the sheep will be so overempowering that the thorns will be nothing apart from a slight tinge of pain when swallowed? My Little Prince, I dare not bend over your thoughts. Innocence, hesitation, or perhaps respect, between you and your rose. Despite how fragile your position is, I still got you in my hands. I still got you against the snake or have I been with you when you were with a fox.

My Little Prince, the fox is right. What is essential is invisible to the eye. And, perhaps the flower must have loved you, but, that same flower is the same as a myriad of flowers on this earth. Sure, you get yourself a glass globe, but remember, a flower can just be in any sidewalk, common, and, you have the full choices. Lukcy is your flower who have received care, love, passion whilst, for me, it is all but a refuge that I should take as a role - wholeheartedly.

And you wander. In this desert, wishing to be back to your flower perhaps, wishing to find for that sheep, or those volcanoes you have. My Little Prince, as you walk, I can borrow that line from your flower, I do not want to see you crying, I too am a proud one, but I will never hesitate to show to you my tears. These tears in desert caused by that water that we had from the well. Rendezvous it is.

These footsteps you had in the desert will be weathered in no time. But I know, maybe, somewhere, as I sit in this desert, you might just be in another desert too, still far from your flower. Should I wsh to be with you? Yes! Should you wish to be with your flower? I will continue staring in this night sky, remembering your peal of laughter, that innocence in you, or perhaps those worry lines in your forehead. I will long for that day that I can wipe them out and let my fingers brush over your hair as you sleep soundly.

Should I ask someone to send me a word? No more. I know you are there My Little Prince. I know you are still in the desert. That flower is in the glass globe. Should I ponder if that flower has been eaten by the sheep? There is no leather strap in its muzzle. I wonder.

My Little Prince, this is for you...Please come back in the desert...We have a well waiting...