Moonlit Knight

Late one night, as I was walking from here to there, the moonlight glinted off of something on the pavement, “what is that?”

A gilded button. Carefully cleaning it, and turning it over in my hand, I saw that it would need to be repaired. This was pretty fortunate. I’d needed a button.

I fastened the button to my jacket, and as I buttoned up, I felt a warm, soft comfort.

The light glinted off its dimming beauty, and I smiled. In front of me I noticed a shimmering of the air, and a force no stronger than intrigue pulled me out of this world, and into that next.

On the other side was a man in a beautiful black coat like the ones worn by the Captains of Cavalry, white pants, knee high black leather riding boots, cuffed gloves, and a long cutlass in a gilded scabbard.

He was tall with long whitened gold bangs that flowed from his head, tucked under his fedora. And in his left ear was a single black pearl with the gilded post. A simple yet full mustache, complimented a clear complexion. He seemed unaware of me.

Suddenly without a word he drew his sword and plunged it deeply into my chest!

I must’ve seen it coming but only enough to vainly grasp it, as it sliced through my hands! My grip was useless against its double edged, hardened steel!

I was pierced through!

I fell to the floor, a soft carpet of broadloom, and swooned as he reached down into me, plunging his hand in where the sword had cut, and just as swiftly he pulled it out again.

In his grasp was a huge fibrous many legged tangled throbbing thing of a thing and he flung it away into the high grass dancing in the wind.

New life flowed into me, the blood that had flowed from me turned to water, then to fire, then to a wind, and I was engulfed in a swirling whirling, roaring, sweet, quiet whisper deep inside of me.

The room went black and I realized that I was standing once again where I’d been. I instinctively looked up at the sky to try to see him, but there was only the black sky of shimmering stars. In my heart I whispered and he whispered back.

“I don’t want to be here ! I don’t belong here ! I belong with you!”

“yes, I am your home. But you are well prepared, you are ready. I will be with you always, and one day you will be home. Will you stay until I come for you?”

I felt a longing to be there. Where I had never yet been, but also there was within me a sweet peace about being right where I am. Belonging, necessity and contentment.

I looked at my clothing, I now had on that long flowing coat with those very same buttons, none of them had a single blemish, they all glistened with gleaming gold, and in my heart I could hear myself saying, “Thank You“

I felt joyful, washing tears flowing from my eyes, and words like a prayer flowing from my heart.

I opened my hand, there was the button I’d found. It was no longer broken, no longer scarred.

Should I go look for folks that have a missing button?

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