One Thousand Years
Genesage
“Silence is golden"
(Chapter 10:8)
"Yes.."
She said quietly admitting to having the dream. Ezra moved up close to her and sat down. Not saying a word he remembered "the one dream" as Delilah called it. The One that occurred more often than the others. The dream she just couldn’t seem to let go of.
"I.., "
she stopped and Ezra waited.
The one dream Delilah had described to him was dramatic. It was full of strange excitement to him. It was "tempting" as Eben kept trying to warn them. There were elements to it that confused Ezravivor, but there were parts of it he wanted to believe in.
Deep down Ezravivor suspected that was what Eben meant by “tempting” part.
He had asked Eben exactly what “tempting” was because when he had asked his parents, as usual, he had walked away thinking the Old World must have been a horrible place. Somehow they made the “Old World” feel like a story rather than real life.
Dreams too interested Ezravivor since he never had one. But they sounded interesting. So did ‘tempting’, though Eben had said, it would work out against him in the end.
Since Ezravivor had no real idea what a dream was he was always reading into the dream more than was there. Maybe if he had a dream himself he could understand better. But no matter how hard Ezravivor had tried to have a dream, he just couldn’t figure out how to get one.
He tried a lot. He even asked how to get one from Delilah but that was a “bad” subject.
The dream as Delilah described it started with a Celebration as always. So beautiful and innocent the image she described must have been magnificent. Delilah whose face often looked so reserved had lit up the first time she told of it.
Her dark complexion made her bright teeth flash when she smiled in the "telling" of the story. For her it was magical like a fairytale or a fantasy come true. With that familiar sparkle she had in rare moments he recalled in his mind what she told him.
It always started good.
A Garden scene, the usual man and woman dressed in robes and the "bride" had flowers garnered in her hair with 12 little star like stones casting a crown like effect. The stones were white and seemed to glow.
A scarf or veil of light blue translucent material draped around the brides face. Nowhere did it look to be attached and yet seemed to hang in place. It was hard to make out the Bride, through the veil the face could not be seen clearly. She was sure it was her.
Who else could it be?
A covering Hoopah, or canopy of trailing vines with multicolored flowers covered her standing there. Interspersed blooms of roses not only covered the Groom and Bride but tainted the air with a bouquet unique and intoxicating.
Better than wine Delilah always said. It was a wedding she had always wanted. Even when she spoke about it the most peculiar thing would happen, Delilah would blush. It never failed, every time she got to this part of the story, she would blush.
When she did, she looked so much longer. Like a child.
The first time she did, like an idiot Ezravivor had interrupted her.
He stopped her in her story and felt her forehead. He pushed her skin in seeing turn from red to white to red. He asked her a thousand questions to make sure she was alright. No matter what she said that first time, and Delilah never let him forget it. She didn’t know what he was doing at first but when she figured it out….she was shocked.
No one was THAT stupid.
She had a very long memory. She would remind him that He just couldn't get over the idea that she had simply blushed. If he hadn’t been so pushy at the time it might have been alright. But of course, this was all new to Ezravivor.
Even worse he had opened his mouth, a sure sign something wrong was about to happen.
"But your ears were all red and your neck turned colors and you looked..,"
"Yes?"
a very quiet voice asked which should have warned him…,
…,"weird."
Ezravivor never saw the hurricane coming but he felt the power of the wind. Delilah not only exploded in a torrent on him, but made him seek shelter far far away from the eye of the storm.
As far as he could get because if looks could kill Ezravivor was a dead man.
Hurricane Delilah had made landfall and there wasn’t a category big enough to describe the annihilation that followed next.
Years passed before the devastation was replaced with something akin to forgiveness. He like a puppy, was able to take his licking and no matter how long it took, kept coming back to have a chance again to be a friend.
He just couldn't stay away from her, but he had certainly learned to shut up and listen.
At least he thought he had.
It seemed to Ezravivor that this marriage ceremony was a scene that could come true except the ending. The wedding, as he watched her eyes repeating the story again, made him fall all over again in love with this part of the dream. As if on cue he noticed her blush at the same point in time.
He didn't say a word.
