The Song (The Story): Part Two

And she sang. And the song gave slow, steady chase.

And he walked down the path, unaware of a presence behind him, but sensing something- "hmm... something..."

And when the sun was far away and the night air grew cold, he sat under an endless sky, feeling small. But he did not feel alone, nor did he feel lost. He only felt a warm blanket drape over his shoulders, and a soft breath on his cheek, and he heard a melody that lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

And when he awoke, he did not remember the cold of the night, nor did he remember the warm of the blanket. He only remembered that he was trying to get somewhere- "hmm... somewhere..."

And she sang. And the song followed patiently behind his every movement.

And he bathed in the river, unaware of the presence around him, but sensing something- "hmm... something..."

And when the sun beat down, and burned his skin, and dried his tongue, he sat down under a shadeless tree, feeling tired. But he did not feel hopeless, nor did he feel defeated. He only felt a fresh breeze pass over his skin, and cool water running over his tongue, and he heard a melody that lulled him once again into a peaceful sleep.

And when he awoke, he did not remember the heat of the sun, nor did he remember the cold, clear water. He only remembered that he was trying to find something- "hmm... something..."

And she sang. And the song watched over him with loving eyes.

And he came upon a beautiful garden, full of flowers and fruits, and trees and fountains. And he thought to himself, "Ah! Here is what I have been looking for!" And he layed in the soft green grass, and smiled with something that seemed to be satisfaction. But he did not feel satisfied. And still he was unaware of the presence, and still he sensed something...

And as he lay there in the soft breeze and the mild sun and the green grass and near the bubbling brook, he began to fall into a very deep and comfortable sleep...

And he dreamed...

~ It was dark. He heard the sofest music. It was an instrument- no- a voice. It was a sweet voice, and he was entranced by it's song. It was a familiar voice, and it soothed the aches of his worldly travels, and it quieted his troubled mind.

He as he listened, he felt the voice focusing on him, and drawing nearer to him. He felt it wrap around him, and move through him. He couldn't see where the voice came from, and he tried to focus his eyes in the darkness. It was all around him, and he could not tell what direction it was coming from, or if it was only coming from one direction.

Slowly , he began to see a light growing before him- from a soft ethereal glow, to a warm amber flame, and then to a pure white beam, bursting into sparks all around him. The song was strong now, and he felt it pull him to his feet. He shielded his eyes, and they began to adjust, and he could see a silhouette before him...~

He was standing in the grass in the garden when his eyes opened. The dream had awakened him, but he had not awakened from the dream...

The song still surrounded him. The sun lit the garden with rainbows of shadows and light. And the figure stood before him in the garden...

He could see her clearly for the first time now. Her. She was singing. She was singing To Him. She had been singing to him over oceans of time.

She reached out a gentle hand to him, and when he took it, he Knew. "THIS is what I have been looking for." And he smiled with something that seemed to be satisfaction- and he felt satisfied... and he felt More than that...

He felt much more than that.

He saw his reflection in her eyes, and for the first time, he saw Himself. And she held him as he cried. He had seen his soul... and it was beautiful. Truly beautiful.

And so it began...


Written by Rachael Sage Payne ©

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