Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended, I only wish to see them happy.

Author's Note: Sometimes bad things happen, and when we look for answers, we find more questions instead. Today I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. Forever. Wherever you are, may you find the peace that life held just out of reach.
Gods bless you.
Special thank you to Karen and Jeanne, for being there for me.
(November 15, 1998)

Night Of Miracles

By Kathryn Murphy

November 12, 1998

Once upon a time, on a far away existence, I found dreams flickering in the light of the fire. I found peace cradled where none was though to have lived, and I saw love, holding hands in the shadows. As far as my travels take me, I will never forget.

The sun was setting off in the distance; casting magical hues on the glistening crystal fields. I watched, hidden from view, as the sky took on the graceful movements of a dancer, locked in an everlasting embrace with the stars. As the water laced glass caught my eye, the shining reflections of the pale yellow light moving off in the distance caused me to sigh.

I have been told the stories of ancient civilizations, and extraordinary cultures who all believe that some greater power has enabled them to survive throughout time, to evolve through the years, changing into something better, yet always holding on to some element from their past. And as a member of a once enigmatic civilization, I have taken it upon myself to see that we are always remembered. I am not alone in my quest; to be so would mean the destruction of all that we hope for, but on this night, as I watch something wonderful transpire, I have to admit the feelings of exquisite joy that pass through my entire being, knowing that I am the one who is here.

As the time strikes the twelve hour after the sun has risen to its peak, I admire the brilliance of the lights above. From this vantage, it seems much more delicate, something to cherish. On this, the eve of miracles, I watch, transfixed as one occurs before my very eyes.

The fiery eyes of the Dreamer gaze upon the moving stars, as he opens his arms to the sky, welcoming the strength and love that the Gods have to offer. He holds his head high, chin lifted to the heavens, and opens his very soul to the passing eyes of those above. Tonight he is thanking his own family, those he holds near to his heart, and those he will never see again, for the gift he has been given.

He calls her an Angel; a beautiful person who completes his life. He has never known such a sense of peace and belonging as he does when he holds her in his arms, and he craves that feeling, just as his lungs crave the breath of life. Knowing she awaits him, is enough to make his heart smile, and bring a tear to his eye; something no one has ever done before.

To the Dreamer, this eve is one of exploration, and new beginnings. Bathed in the light of the glowing moon, he kneels in the bright white snow, moving his hands within its coolness, savoring the feeling of just being there. To the Gods above, he starts to speak, whispering in low tones, only loud enough for the spirits to hear.

He is making the largest of sacrifices on this night of Miracles; yet he knows that completion of his soul lay just beyond the sunrise, so he closes his fiery eyes, and welcomes the warm light, wrapping around his dreams.

As he finishes his prayer, the Dreamer turns to his Angel, and opens his arms, inviting the warmth of her body next to his. As she takes her place, cradled in the strong arms of his love, he feels nothing beyond the feeling of peace surrounding his entire being. With her small hand wound in his, he tenderly lays claim to her beautiful lips; a feeling that conveys friendship, trust, and above all, love.

Words are no longer necessary; all that needs to be said, has been communicated with the passing of blue to brown, from the Dreamer to the Angel. My Kathryn, my love.

Some call it the night of birth, to others it is known as Christmas eve, but to the Dreamer and the Angel, it will be forever known as home.

What I have seen tonight, I can only describe as a miracle from the Heavens; something I will cherish until the end of time. Looking off to the distance, I can see the beginning of the next sun, as it makes its way over the rolling mountain tops; its peaceful hues casting a dimming effect across this land. I may never have the chance to witness this beautiful sunrise again, but the memory of what occurred beneath its nurturing skies, will forever keep me at peace.

Already, my time here has come to an end; the night is passing, and with the light of a new day, comes new challenges, new pain, but also new hope. Taking one last look around, the vision of the dreamer and the angel, now one with each other, locked in the never ending embrace, makes me smile, as the sun spills fourth its color, brining light to a brand new day.

Fine.

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