8
We journeyed long our hearts a-laden.
With our hopes held tight within us.
Found we now our own lost Eden.
In these fields where shines the dusk.
The singing stirred me from my sleep. They were sung in the style of a soft ballad. The bittersweet words made my heart ache for the world I’d left behind and for lives that could’ve been.
I sat up and looked around the room. The fire was now a lump of dying embers. A stinging chill hung in the air. I looked down at my grandmother. She and Midge were still fast asleep.
I strained my ears, but heard nothing. However, the silence didn’t sooth my heart, so I flung aside the covers and crept out of bed. I dressed in my clothes and slipped out into the hall.
All was dark, but the clear night sky guided me with its soft light as I tip
