The Whispering Creek

by TheDimensionRift

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

I have been around for many years, listening to hopes, dreams, and fears.
I have no physical being, only manifest of the mind.
But another wise sage like I is impossible to find.

An anthology of poems involving characters coming to the creek in times of stress or when guidance is needed. I plan on doing several of these with different characters with different perspectives. Since there will be a poem pertaining to almost every character, I just tagged other in th characters section.

[Disclaimer: I claim no ownership for the cover art image.]

Chapters

Luna

Luna
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The Whispering Creek

Luna

"This place, this place, Oh! How fond I am of thee!

Where your freedom has no bounds and you always care to speak.

What words do you say? Pray tell, what shall you say to we?

Our conversations are always grand, down at Whispering Creek.

How has thou been? Cheerful as ever, it seems.

We can easily tell by the merry flow of thy streams.

But nay, I am the one now, who appears distressed.

That is why I came to you, for you, listen the best.

The ponies of Equestria seem to bask in Tia's light.

But always sleep through, my beautiful blue night.

What am I to do, Creek? What am I not doing right?

Why, O' Why, do ponies sleep through my nice nights?

Not fair, I say! I have done wrong by no pony.

But why then, dear friend, are my nights so lonely?

They prefer my sister, I thought we were both loved fairly?

My nights are cold and motionless, while her days are very merry.

Oh Creek, my friend, you listen so very well.

I entrust this truth to you, for I know, you will not tell.

I am jealous of my sister, I cannot deny what is true.

Others favor her, Oh Creek! Please tell, what am I to do?

I come to seek guidance, and your wisdom is what I plead.

Pray tell, my friend, what is it that we truly need?"

The creek flowed merrily still, yet calming at the sound.

It was then Luna realized the peace there she found.

The whispers it spoke, the words put her at ease.

Soft running water, the being whispered of peace.

"Thou art right, perhaps, I have been seeing all wrong.

Unfortunately our time Is up, I must prepare for the dawn.

Thank you dear friend, for we needed to vent.

Perhaps there is hope for the Princess of Night yet.

We thank you for the wisdom and peace that you speak

And cannot wait until our next visit to The Whispering Creek."