Rapture of Desert Moonlight

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Memories of clear desert nights.

Rapture of Desert Moonlight

It was the time of the day he so much loved to see come, his eyes leveled with the horizon taking in the majestic beauty of another last sunset. God, he marveled at, can grasp a mans soul and overflow his heart with tranquility in any times with just a few moments of a sinking sun. The ending of a clear day always seemed to whisper into his eyes as if Heaven's own voice was softly speaking to him about all the majestic gifts of nature it has blessed man with. With every clear sunset he would remember back to times when an elder and an old friend would sit in front of a campfire and speak of such sunsets, ones so red it would make you feel that moment had unordinary difference. The elder would always tell the same story with motion of arms; "rise from ground to sky, sky changes, causes sun to bleed." The elder would always finish his storying that man must every night with all of his heart give care and worship to the falling god even if it was just for a brief moment, for if a man misses even one clear night, that day and all its memories and regrets will be stored in a star, and that star never goes away, always rising again every night to forever partake in mans dreams. Maybe, he figured, his wonderment of sunset could pass for worship. He would stare without twitching a muscle, just taking in the vista of the dusky tree-line as the dimming sunlight erased away the details of the trees leaving nothing but fading silhouettes. He got the peace and comfort; it was not elusive to him, it was simplicity, light and dark. It gave a thoughtful man feeling that somehow it was easy to know he was doing right! It always hit him that these nights didn't come automatic. No clouded sky would suffice; he loved that clear dusky sky, it made him feel open and free, not boxed in. While he admired a clear dimming horizon, he also patiently anticipated each star pop up, each one appearing systematically as the sunlight faded from one side of the heavens to the other. Directing his eyes back and forth in the sky to each expected location naturally feeling as if he were simply using his eyes to put together another puzzle piece of the stars. Compared to the age of everything around him he hadn't been doing this long. Even so he was already able to puzzle together the twinkling sky while briefly glancing back to enjoy the disappearing silhouetted tree-line, always flicking his eyes back to the growing night sky to pick up the puzzle where he left off without missing a star. Every moment or so the moon would graciously call to his eyes, briefly interrupting his puzzle. No matter what shape it took it seemed like a glittering angel watching over sharing just enough light to see motion and just little enough to keep himself unnoticed if desired. On the clearest and best nights you could reach up feeling to touch this moon and no matter how many times you came up short it would continue to taunt with dazzle and tease making it feel like the next reach would be the one. The temperature never seem to affect under these clear moonlit nights, even with no breeze the moons cool blue light could easily force away any lingering heat. There never seemed to be a ground on a desert night like the ones he liked, only strips of shadows and patches of the moonlight's beaming blue that endlessly littered the landscape floor. Once in a while if the sky allowed he would witness the bother of a drifting cloud silently rippling along, bringing the shadowed ground to life like a calm sea lit only by crystal clear moonlight. On any clear night bearing only the moon and the stars it was easy to avoid the disruption of another person, thier distraction could easily be drown out by the way the moon never seemed to light most of a face. This made them almost appear the same as all the other shadows, never leaving any details of their existence and only briefly interfering with the quick motion in which they appear and disappear. Faces were to expecting and memory bearing on enjoyable nights like these; he held no invitations for memories or logics here, only the simple vision to accept his part in the greatness and beauty of what is. As the night became his dream and his dream turned to wonder and harmony, his mind still worked, wishing for this peace to go on forever. Not needing him this night, place and time passed on without him, only to wake him at sunrise. He didn't like sunrise, it made him feel like sleeping.


Submitted: July 22, 2010

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