A Celestial Arousal
O celestial delight!
O bright and lovely morning star!
Thou hast hastened my arousal,
and called to me from thy heavenly abode.
Thou doth sooth and comfort me with thy assured rising.
My own inner workings follow thee.
Thou hath taken hold of the reins, and tuggeth at my heart.
O Venus! It’s Saturday for God’s sake!
What dost thou want from me now?
Nature calls, and groggily do I crawl out of my cozy bed. As if I were yet in the midst of a midsummer’s dream, I begin to make my way through the darkness, groping for walls and traversing through the recently rearranged furniture. As fate would have it, I caught a whiff of the brewing coffee’s aroma, set to be ready earlier than most peoples. Thus did I follow my nose, making headway towards the kitchen.
Ah! What a way to awaken! I steadily poured the muddied waters into my favorite stained glass mug. Sipping and tasting the formula for potency, I quietly slid out and onto the back porch. And there she was — the goddess of my love, showing up fashionably late to this early morning’s planetary parade, beaming charismatic radiance to her favorite pupil, who stood looking up under partially perched eyelids.
Formally dressed in red, Mars marched on ahead. This year he is not primed for war. He has not taken a point of opposition to the star of the show, but rather leads her through and on up to the lofty heights where Jupiter now reigns.
All was hushed in my backyard. The winged creatures had yet to begin exercising their chirps. I heard not a peep. Just then, two cats nearby began humming felinely and harmoniously in an attempt to make friends. I came out of this daze with a smile on my face, and made my way inside to fetch a second cup. Not quite satisfied, nor ready for multitasking, I went back outside.
O sweet soul sister!
O diamond bodied magnificat!
Thy charismatic approach
displays a radiance beyond compare.
As thou riseth above the treetops,
thy gleam mystifies lengthily,
and thy reach extends throughout
the ethereal wastelands
If only I had more time to linger, a few more seconds to space off in wonderment, a couple of more moments to tarry, enthralled in this glossy-eyed gaze. But alas, the caffeine had heeded its call to the duty of constriction, and was now thoroughly pressuring my conscious self to emerge back into its daily routine, back into everything regular, normal, and mundane, that we hesitantly call reality. And, as the sun in all it’s glory verily began to rise, my dreamy thoughts, and my beloved, slowly faded away into light blue skies.
Photograph courtesy of Kirstie Watson (my daughter)