The Shadow Dancers (Part Four) –The Ascension

–Short Stories, Poetry, And Storytelling

January was cold and stormy in the Lowcountry and the winds coming off the ocean and marshes were always misty and cold. The full moon would crest across the dunes at Huntington Beach working its way to Brookgreen Gardens where the Veil will open above the ancient oaks.  At midnight he would see Rose again, and for a few hours, they would be together.

He parked his car in the grassy area near the entrance gates.  The wooded area had many paths and he knew he could walk hidden until he got past the ticket entrance.  It was quiet at night, and he heard a white owl hooting in the distance.  Feeling the chill, he pulled his coat collar up around his neck knowing the owl would show him where the Veil was open.  He felt a strong anticipation knowing Rose was waiting for him under the live oaks.

He walked quickly now as he saw the shimmering of the Veil and the shadow dancers seemingly floating across the sidewalks.  As he passed through the Veil, he saw Rose standing near their favorite oak tree.  He couldn’t help but notice that she wore all white, even her pearls and hat.  They embraced and headed over to where the jazz band was playing and people were dancing.  He looked deeply into her eyes telling her how much he loved and missed her.

Rose smiled and held him closer, saying that soon they would be together for all eternity.  He knew that he was growing older, and it was getting harder and harder to get to the Veil.  He could see the light that danced around her head as she took him by the hand and walked toward the stairway that led to the river.  The closer they walked to the river he saw his hands seem to shed the many years and when they looked into the fountain, he could see his hair was no longer grey.

Rose told him that she had watched him from behind the Veil and she was so sad that he never remarried.  She was happy when the Veil opened on the Harvest Moon so they could be together for a very few hours from midnight until the first light of morning.  It was a magical time those hours, filled with a love so powerful that the Veil would open for them to spend what seemed like moments before Rose had to let him go back across where they would be apart until the Veil opened again.

Tonight, she told him of the tears she shed each time they were together.   Rose said there were no tears in Heaven, and it was only here that she could cry.  He held her close as the dawn grew nearer.  Rose said this night was special and they would walk toward the light together.  The light was just beyond the live oaks down the old brick stairs leading to the river.

They walked slowly knowing they would be together for eternity. An Angel waited by the boat that would take them across the river to live in the light, never to part again.

The strength of their love allowed them a love without end.


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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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