An invisible Giant harvests the stars with a
scythe as dark and as wide as all of empty space.
He gathers them up in a sack upon his back and
carries them up the hill behind the Sun, where he
tips them into his Star-mill and grinds them down.
Slowly, slowly, a thin trickle of silver
moisture oozes from a spigot at the bottom of the
Star-mill - it takes a million stars to
manufacture just one tiny drop.
When the Giant has enough to fill a tiny
phial, he assumes a smaller, although still
invisible form, and goes about the Universe
applying the star-elixir to the eyes of new born
It is this that makes them glimmer and shine with
or, when they are sad, combines with ordinary
(although of course it's not really ordinary)
to form the stuff of tears.
Once, when I was very young, I thought I saw the
outline of the invisible Giant against the dark
outside my bedroom window.
Frightened I ran into my parents bedroom and the
safety of their big warm bed,
where I allowed them to convince me it was only
the shadow of a tree that I had seen
Thankfully, now I am not so sure.