Post by goldenmyst on Jul 6, 2019 22:42:06 GMT -6
Eurydice Rescues Orpheus
When my whiskers grow grey and my heartbeat slows I lie in bed counting my pulse as it fades into the night. My dream of dying in the company of Clara is made real by her trembling hand upon my chest. As soon as my ship takes on water Clara is there with a touch which says, “Don’t welcome fear into your heart. There is nothing to beware. I’ll be your shipmate when you sail the heavenly sea. When you reach the heavenly harbor, wait for me before boarding the ferry to the farther shore. My remaining years will be seconds up there. In the meantime, no man will hold my hand. My hugs will only be sisterly for any man who crosses my path. My embrace of passion will be yours alone.”
I gasp, “I’m all out of breath. I can’t talk anymore.”
“Go now old man and seek me again across the sea in a land where we can be together. I am ready to retire and rendezvous with you until we are repatriated on this earth to begin again. You big hunk of man, where we’re heading monasticism won’t even be polite table talk. I will sing one last song to serenade our departure from our bodies of crusty old bread.” My breathing grows shallow until I find myself in a forest where a chorus of Dryads, better known as tree nymphs, sings to me from their leafy boughs. But Clara, the queen of the oaks, shushes them. Our carousel ride of love is closed for repairs due to my excessive Karmic Debt. She is Eurydice to my Orpheus. But unlike the tale of old, it is her who will join me in the underworld to bring me back to earth. Clara enchants the king of Hades with her singer’s melody which only a sea siren could equal. And like the ancient sailors, he loses all self-control and releases us to ride the merry-go-round. His only condition is a goodbye kiss from Clara which she performs a bit too over the top for my comfort but enough to seal the deal.
When my whiskers grow grey and my heartbeat slows I lie in bed counting my pulse as it fades into the night. My dream of dying in the company of Clara is made real by her trembling hand upon my chest. As soon as my ship takes on water Clara is there with a touch which says, “Don’t welcome fear into your heart. There is nothing to beware. I’ll be your shipmate when you sail the heavenly sea. When you reach the heavenly harbor, wait for me before boarding the ferry to the farther shore. My remaining years will be seconds up there. In the meantime, no man will hold my hand. My hugs will only be sisterly for any man who crosses my path. My embrace of passion will be yours alone.”
I gasp, “I’m all out of breath. I can’t talk anymore.”
“Go now old man and seek me again across the sea in a land where we can be together. I am ready to retire and rendezvous with you until we are repatriated on this earth to begin again. You big hunk of man, where we’re heading monasticism won’t even be polite table talk. I will sing one last song to serenade our departure from our bodies of crusty old bread.” My breathing grows shallow until I find myself in a forest where a chorus of Dryads, better known as tree nymphs, sings to me from their leafy boughs. But Clara, the queen of the oaks, shushes them. Our carousel ride of love is closed for repairs due to my excessive Karmic Debt. She is Eurydice to my Orpheus. But unlike the tale of old, it is her who will join me in the underworld to bring me back to earth. Clara enchants the king of Hades with her singer’s melody which only a sea siren could equal. And like the ancient sailors, he loses all self-control and releases us to ride the merry-go-round. His only condition is a goodbye kiss from Clara which she performs a bit too over the top for my comfort but enough to seal the deal.
