Circling around in the air through the mist of the clouds, a beautiful high waterfall comes into focus. The vision zooms closer on to the pond of clear water just below the waterfall as my attention is drawn to two people playing in the spray of mist. Upon closer inspection, as the vision closes in on the pond below, I took notice that the two people swimming in the pond were naked, a man and a woman, relatively young with vitality, making love in the spray.
The vision is beautiful to my heart, with its lush pristine landscape and lovemaking. The vision pans around to the mountainside as the vision continues, a mountain man dressed in old western garb, seems to have appears out of nowhere. The mountain man with his bushy beard stands high overhead on the cliff above, aims a shotgun at the two bodies below. He shoots. The sound of a rifle going off echoes through the air, red blood fills the waters around the two naked bodies. The woman floats lifeless as the man screams in horror.
Bullets now penetrate the waters around the man as he swims frantically to the nearby shoreline. He bounds on to the shore and disappears into the forest as a couple of bullets missed their intended target. The expression on the man’s face is one of sock, horrify and of devastation. The very thought of the lost of his beloved fills his mind and spilled into his heart as rage as runs naked through the woods.
Hours later he returns to the pond. In the twilight he reenters the waters of their once love-playing to retrieve the body of his beloved. He carries her gently and reverently as he sobs to their small cabin of their abode. He lovingly lays her cold lifeless body on to their bed of love. He undresses and lays down next her by spooning her as masculine sounds of sobs fills the darkness.
By early dawn he is found working on digging her grave. With sweat covering his face he digs until the sun is high in the sky. Without eating a meal he retreats to a small woodshed and starts working on a box. Taking wet mud from the ground he lined the cracks in the coffin shape box allowing the mud to dry in the afternoon sun. He takes the bed sheet from their bed of passion and lined her casket with the sheets. As the sun starts to sets, he dresses her slender body with long dark hair in a 1850s western style dress. By sundown, he carries her to a rustic looking wooden coffin behind the log cabin. He places her in the coffin; bow down to kiss her good bye one last time.
He places a wooden lid over her coffin and secures it. Jumping down into her grave he lifts with all of his strength the coffin into the ground, he can barely crawl from her grave. Standing upright, looking up to the heavens questioning what he knew was God why take away his lover. With rage filling his heart and soul vowing revenge he covered her grave with earth.
End of Vision.
