My Man In the Moon..Tear of promise

Along the trail, the train wound up the mountain, around the curves walled like that of a rocky garden path. Slowly as the timed ritual, down the mountain and into the flats the train made its way.The planted fields blanketed the land as the harvest waved to greet the passengers as their faces reflected through the moving glassed frames. Reality was lived always in the clouds and through the rain spots seen as they sped by life's moments.
She was embraced by the plush velvet seats as she sat, enjoying the scenery, awaiting her destination. She expected the dusk to slowly dim the light of the day, just as she had found comfort in the early morning sunrise. The air was crisp and clear, leaving a bit of excitement in her thoughts as she remembered the days activities.
She always marvelled at the days end.The trees against the sky gave an impression of finely colored silks behind beautiful dark Spanish lace much like the laces she remembered of her mothers pretties that would peek out of the bottom of her dresses when she swayed to the dance. Now she was a grown lady and wrapped in the fine delicate laces of her own dance.
She settled into the swaying motion of the train and was ready to be rocked into the long ride. The sky was a display of jewels that sparkled and glinted. She enjoyed seeing the reflection that followed her as if she were being watched.
She was not alone. For she was in love with the only man who was viewing her in all of her vulnerabilities. Her companion kept his vigil. He traveled the world and was always where she could see him. His steady gaze and always presence held her, comforted her.
He was in full view. He adoringly gave her full regalia. She could always find him reflecting light to warm her heart. His presence surrounded the dark and left his cloak to shield her from the clouded existence etched in the glass of the old train car window that framed her beauty .
He watched her in the window filled by his dark. Her eyes sparkled as his light reflected back into her heart filling her being with his presence. They lavished each other with their expectancy and anticipation of their meeting. He looked as he had always, for his greatness was what she knew of him and she was content to love that which he gave.
She tried not to close her eyes as she fell into his trance, the trance of his rest and warmth which he always wrapped her in. She desired to gaze back into his depth and once again feel the comfort he lulled her into. For as surely as the sunset, there would be light again and he would have to leave. She longed for her memory to etch his face in the liquid glass of the moving train, to stay in her being.
Finally, as the always, she felt his features disappear from his outline of the stars he left in the dark surround of the framed world in the window of the train, her existence of small, her existence of maybe and perhaps, her existence of cold and alone. She could no longer hold strength, sadly, he left. His promise of soon and again was heard in her heart through the rumble of the train as the whistle sounded. She was once again without his presence..left only with the tear of promise to return to her, the warm crystal melted on her cheek...My Man In The Moon..the tear of promise

Raine Les 12/30/2006

"....old train car window that framed her beauty"
i liked that line


nice write

thank you...Have a good night.
Sadie

What a wonderful story Sadie. Truly all the right things in it.

An absolutely beautiful story & a great read.Deeply saddening near the conclusion however filled w/deep Luv and great faith.Thx!4 sharing this story w/us dear.Godspeed!Cy

Beautiful!

Lovely