Post by goldenmyst on Jul 18, 2020 20:06:15 GMT -6
Sunset Prelude to Sunrise
Dreams come like a light in the darkness. I am back in my hometown in Mississippi under my grandparent’s roof with the sun sinking with the delicacy of nocturnal lovers on a path to heaven. But the shards of daylight have not yet succumbed to the shades of night. And so the news comes from the hospital of my grandpa’s passing.
My best friend stands watch over the burning clouds from within the carapace of the house. A Rosicrucian family arrives from the abode they rented from my grandpa. They are here to properly usher grandpa into the paradise that lies beyond the sigh of angels. And so the patriarch holds a mirror to reflect his wife the embodiment of the cosmic feminine. In turn, she lifts a looking glass to mirror her husband’s bearded visage in a dance of light and shadows.
She ascends a rise into the neighbor’s backyard. She is bathed in the luminescence of the final throes of the dipping sun whose light gathers around her like a shawl of gold. With her mirror, she bundles the sun into a bushel of light so bright that all earthly cares are cast aside in a trembling moment of awareness. She is transfigured by the solar efflorescence into an angel to welcome my grandfather home.
We gather together in the shadows of impending night.
Dreams come like a light in the darkness. I am back in my hometown in Mississippi under my grandparent’s roof with the sun sinking with the delicacy of nocturnal lovers on a path to heaven. But the shards of daylight have not yet succumbed to the shades of night. And so the news comes from the hospital of my grandpa’s passing.
My best friend stands watch over the burning clouds from within the carapace of the house. A Rosicrucian family arrives from the abode they rented from my grandpa. They are here to properly usher grandpa into the paradise that lies beyond the sigh of angels. And so the patriarch holds a mirror to reflect his wife the embodiment of the cosmic feminine. In turn, she lifts a looking glass to mirror her husband’s bearded visage in a dance of light and shadows.
She ascends a rise into the neighbor’s backyard. She is bathed in the luminescence of the final throes of the dipping sun whose light gathers around her like a shawl of gold. With her mirror, she bundles the sun into a bushel of light so bright that all earthly cares are cast aside in a trembling moment of awareness. She is transfigured by the solar efflorescence into an angel to welcome my grandfather home.
We gather together in the shadows of impending night.
