She stood at forty-nine, just a sprite on the ninth of May. Well she stood like a banshee a bride denied, before the moths flew about colder still near the Wyoming blue, on the Colorado side. Just a ghost watching cars go by. My Missus looks over, says” it seems a little colder”, meanwhile Bruno Mar’s sings about his oh so selfish ways. I look and see the church at the Dale, the witch she pleads stay with me. I’d like to tell you as you read, I’d like to paint a picture of what I see. For the ancients from the highlands on the other side, those silent that only speak after they have died. Say they come and know the spirit as their soaked, as their soaked.
We drove on for a minute or two, I turn to her, “did you see her too”? She looks away and cry’s, the tears are so hard to find, for there at Virginia Dale, lightning falls, and tears the vale, of rocks and wind and trees. The spirits ascend and so do we. And driving on to the Forks, 287, turns from the North, and all of a sudden we look and we see the far end of heaven the host of banshee’s, crying out, you will never leave, and I know. I’m soaked to the bone, I’m left in a flood, of the ghost I see. For there in Virginia Dale, in the bow of the highlands, where heaven does dwell. For some say heaven’s gate, most would say have you had more enough then you can take. I look to the Missus and say, can we forsake. Life and all its monetary dreams. Can we stay here where Cantor’s can’t sing, and no religion dwells. Especially that church we saw in the Dale. And hallows will ring, and through the thin air we will fly and be soaked.
She stood at forty-nine, a siren, rhyming, where mountains do climb, and just by Virginia Dale, she soaked my soul, and she left my mind to dwell. I look to the Missus and see, she’s lost in a dream, and what hurts, is I can’t tell her I see, it all too well. Were lost and Soaked in the dark rim of rock that surrounds Virginia Dale. Eternity left with stories to tell, eternity left with stories to tell. (Soaked).
MF …lost his wife in a car accident outside the Virginia Dale, Colorado Church on Highway 287, Friday, May 9, 2014. It was raining. He died from complications from the physical injuries he sustained from the automobile accident one week later. He claimed he saw and heard his missus, as he passed before his Rabbi’s eyes, and his final word was soaked. – 07.10.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל
This gave me shivers, Daniel – words and music.
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Thank you Anne Marie. I have missed you lately. Hope all is going well on your side of the pond.
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Trying to renew my mojo, Daniel after a hectic term. Been on holiday too soon afterwards and ended up a bit unwell. Now in recovery mode and breathing deeply once again. Hope you and yours are well on your side. 🙂
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This is wonderful writing. You are a story teller, and a good one at that.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Your words, took me there Daniel. This was a haunting read. Lovely! ❤
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Thank you Raquel. I am happy you enjoyed it.
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I always do. 🙂
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Your thoughts and visuals, and the way you transmit them to the word, continues to astound me. I loved this.
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Thank you Charlie. Your kind words make my day.
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As reading your writing makes mine. I always look forward to seeing it pop up in my email.
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This is astounding, and haunting.
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Thank you Olivia.
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You had me right there at the scene. Great writing!
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Thank you kind sir. 🙂
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I really enjoyed this Daniel.
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Thanks as always Bill. Happy you liked it.
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Wow…<3 this!
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Thank you Deree.
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Your words went with the song so well. I loved both. I always love reading your prose. It seems to me there are hidden stories and meanings under each word.
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Thank you Baily for your feedback and kind compliment.
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This was fantastic, I have driven by the very place many times where this takes place. I loved this Daniel!!!
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That is cool that you are .familar with the setting. I am happy you liked it,
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As always wonderful. 🙂
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Oh, thank you Ruby, you always read, and you always, make me think it better. 🙂
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And I always will, for you are better, and what you write moves me, and I’m thinking many others. ❤
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This was bone chilling. I loved it.
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I am happy you liked it Colette. I think bone chilling is good. 😉
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Chilling, moving and poignant, this piece is one of your best!
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I have walked that very stretch of road and listened to their ghost. Thank you Resa for your feedback. I value it.
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