Sarah picked up her soaked clothing wrung them out and walked in the French doors. She went to the laundry closet and dropped the clothes in the wicker hamper. She dried herself with a linen cloth and smiled at herself in a small round mirror...hanging on the hallway wall. In her bedroom closet...she took a white lace scarf from the shelf and wrapped her wet hair. Naked....she danced gracefully to her writing desk and pulled out her diary from the secret panel.
She pulled her right foot up and leaned back in the soft... red and gray striped... wing back chair. She rested her left foot on the writing desk. She laid the diary on her led...dipped her pen in black ink and wrote this poem.
Blue skies of eyes
Hold me with hunger
Thrash me in thunder
Lightning of lust
Show me
Shock
Come touch my taunt
Sad sobbing cloud
Give to my gardens
Rain and reign
Let all the living
Drink our desire
Every tongue tasting
Sips of my soul
She wrote below the poem,"Sarah Hessen had a strange but wonderful day in the garden." Sarah blew her breath on the ink and waved her hand at the page so the ink would dry. She placed her pen in the crystal ink well...stuffing a little cotton around the rim. She hated using a pen with dried ink on it.
She laid her open diary on the desk and snuggled back in the chair. She wrapped her knees in her arms and laid her head against the wing. She wondered about the rain that touched her....evaporating and turning to rain again. Would it touch another woman in the same way someday? Would someone open their mouth to the rain.... drink and somehow feel a tiny piece of the pleasure?
Sarah's eyelids began feeling heavy. She drifted off to sleep with a smile of peace. Falling into a dream...she was a little girl again. She was holding a man's left hand....he was wearing a gold ring...he wasn't her father. They were waiting on a train.... the tracks were rainbows and she could see the train coming. As it pulled along side of them...she could see that the entire train was made of crystal except for the mother of pearl wheels.
She tugged at the man's pant leg and asked him where they were going....he didn't answer. She couldn't see his face for the black cape...blowing in the breeze. She asked again,"Where are we going sir?" She heard his deep voice say,"We are going to Sarah." She tugged his sleeve and said,"But I'm Sarah...how can we go to me?"
He was silent as a conductor, dressed as an African chief.... waved for them to come aboard. The inside was so beautiful...even more so than the outside. The ceiling was decorated with fine jewels...the windows were stained diamonds and the seats were golden soft fur. Sarah scooted across a seat to the window. The man sat beside her but she still couldn't see his face. He was leaning forward and his long red hair was hiding all but the tip of his nose.
She bounced in her seat as the train began to roll. Sarah looked out the window and saw horses...thousands of horses running! They were all different shades of brown and some were almost invisible...but still brown. She giggled and said,"I wish I could ride every one of them!" The man took Sarah's hand and with a shaking voice...said,"I love you Sarah."
The next words she heard was a scream,"Oh my Lord!"
