Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars; that belongs to George Lucas. I also do not own Fly, which belongs to Celine D'ion.
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Finding The Light
Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
So white, so pale, her beautiful boy. Soft golden hair shined gently in the light. She smiled lightly as she admired him. So perfect and so tiny. How amazing that someone could be so small! And how she loved him. His small chest rose and fell as he took in his some of his first breaths. Nestled in a soft white cloth, he yawned.
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
It wasn't right that someone so innocent and beautiful should have to be born in so desolate a time. Perhaps it was better this way. He would know no pain, no sorrow, only his mother's love. How she wished her baby could see his father. If only…..
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet
She traced his delicate hands as she reflected. Oh, if only her life could be simple! No wars, no betrayal, no lies. If only her beloved Ani, her sweet boy, and herself could be together now, in their own small blissful world. But it could never be. Even now, she knew her love was lost in the swirls of darkness, frightened and confused. Perhaps she was strong enough to save him before her life slipped away. It would be her last gift to him and the world. But perhaps not.
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget
His breathing had slowed; he was asleep, cradled in her arms. A small sigh escaped his mouth and her love for him grew. Pearly tears slipped down her cheeks. She tightened her hold on her to small baby. 4 pounds and 12 ounces of precious life. Awakened, his bright blue eyes blinked at her. She gasped at the intensity of his eyes. They were so like his father's! As his blinks became steadily slower, she softly hummed a sweet lullaby. It was the lullaby she had learned from her mother and used to calm her Ani after one of his many nightmares. Oh, and how her sweet Luke was the perfect epitome of his name. Truly a prince of light.
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light
His breathing became slower and slower as she rocked him to sleep. Life was truly cruel, but nothing could be done. He does not deserve to live through pain and suffering, so perhaps, again, it was best. She would see him again, she was sure of it. And she could hold him while her Ani held them both, in the never ending light of the Force.
As she looked forward to a time when they would all be reunited, her baby took his last breath and faded slowly into the light. And as young Padmé wept, the soft moonlight created a halo of golden light around her lifeless newborn's soft curls.
Somewhere in the distance, a wave of sadness swept through the newly christened young Darth Vader, and he wept, for what he knew not.