Twilight Musings
It’s one of those cold and clear winter nights,
in the middle of those ole southwest Virginia mounts.
Bundled in hasty layers, I step out onto my back deck
to grab fireplace kindling before heading to bed,
in case my ardent fire should ever go out, exeunt;
my hopes to bring about slumber’s peaceful dream.
With winter’s frosty breath bequeathed upon my lips
and frigid malevolence trembling at my bones,
I feel compelled to peer upward into the night sky
–beautifully adorned in a sackcloth laden with diamonds;
into that, which lay beyond my cabin’s dim lights
and stretches above the solemn blankets of snow
perhaps covering some long forgotten tomb
of a lowly pauper, prince or king.
In gazing into this heavenly abode,
I can’t help but to be inspired
into a wonder, a ponder, a thought
of the things that once were
and of those things that have yet to appear
so that I may come to fully understand
those true meanings bestowed upon
the intricate workings of my life.
For I must share what my eyes do see,
–as Pliny’s vision was famously given to Tacitus
of Pompeii’s fabled pearly white gates,
so that your mind’s eye can fully comprehend
the meaningful existence your life has come to be:
Look to the heavens of the vast night sky!
The profound darkness seems to eternally expand outwards
into the distant, unfathomable horizons of the imagination,
only to eventually coalesce into some perpetual solitude.
Such is the state of destiny’s final resting place.
Perhaps this immense firmament of twilight holds a key
to understanding the multitude of mysteries
underlying the true framework of the soul.
An enlightenment that can only be unlocked
by a deeply thoughtful and reverent appreciation
of an immensely divine presence
manifested forth in such a spectacle.
The incandescent moon stands as a beacon
that brings about a certain orientation
to this vast, yet mysterious night sky.
Since the beginning of time immemorial,
Luna’s chariot has steadfastly stood watch
over the birth, life and death
of the lowliest and most pathetic of kings
and of the most heroic and noble of beggars.
The stars twinkle like bright flashes of knowledge
which illuminate small realms of understanding
to the otherwise ill-lit night sky.
Such burst of twinkling light radiate outward
from these shining stars as if on a perpetual vendetta
against a cosmic vale of ignorance and misconception.
They too, bear grim witness of the utter destruction
laid upon Pompeii’s perfectly proud mansions of gold.
O pearly white gates that shine somewhere beyond,
why did you succumb to such a fiery destruction
brought about by Vesuvius’ kindled fury
–the many experiences my past so brazenly wrought.
How can I ever hope to fully ascertain
the truths of existence that lay beyond
the bounds of perception’s piercing grasp?
But behold tomorrow’s bright promise!
Dawn will soon approach and the rays of sunlight
will vibrantly appear over the distant horizons
to wipe away all of the doubt and all of the uncertainties
that once enshrouded reality.
The masquerade of ignorance will finally come to an end
as the brightness of enlightenment reaches
its stalwart pinnacle in the morning sky.
How I can surely hope.
Thus while gazing into the vast night sky,
I embarked upon my twilight musings
of self-reflection with a thoughtful resolve;
surely I must eventually arrive at the full radiance
of self-discovery and perhaps true understanding
about those greater purposes my life does possess.
For now I must bid adieu
so that I can lay down my weary head
and in the morning awake anew
–In this world or the next.
It’s one of those cold and clear winter nights,
in the middle of those ole southwest Virginia mounts.
Bundled in hasty layers, I step out onto my back deck
to grab fireplace kindling before heading to bed,
in case my ardent fire should ever go out, exeunt;
my hopes to bring about slumber’s peaceful dream.
With winter’s frosty breath bequeathed upon my lips
and frigid malevolence trembling at my bones,
I feel compelled to peer upward into the night sky
–beautifully adorned in a sackcloth laden with diamonds;
into that, which lay beyond my cabin’s dim lights
and stretches above the solemn blankets of snow
perhaps covering some long forgotten tomb
of a lowly pauper, prince or king.
In gazing into this heavenly abode,
I can’t help but to be inspired
into a wonder, a ponder, a thought
of the things that once were
and of those things that have yet to appear
so that I may come to fully understand
those true meanings bestowed upon
the intricate workings of my life.
For I must share what my eyes do see,
–as Pliny’s vision was famously given to Tacitus
of Pompeii’s fabled pearly white gates,
so that your mind’s eye can fully comprehend
the meaningful existence your life has come to be:
Look to the heavens of the vast night sky!
The profound darkness seems to eternally expand outwards
into the distant, unfathomable horizons of the imagination,
only to eventually coalesce into some perpetual solitude.
Such is the state of destiny’s final resting place.
Perhaps this immense firmament of twilight holds a key
to understanding the multitude of mysteries
underlying the true framework of the soul.
An enlightenment that can only be unlocked
by a deeply thoughtful and reverent appreciation
of an immensely divine presence
manifested forth in such a spectacle.
The incandescent moon stands as a beacon
that brings about a certain orientation
to this vast, yet mysterious night sky.
Since the beginning of time immemorial,
Luna’s chariot has steadfastly stood watch
over the birth, life and death
of the lowliest and most pathetic of kings
and of the most heroic and noble of beggars.
The stars twinkle like bright flashes of knowledge
which illuminate small realms of understanding
to the otherwise ill-lit night sky.
Such burst of twinkling light radiate outward
from these shining stars as if on a perpetual vendetta
against a cosmic vale of ignorance and misconception.
They too, bear grim witness of the utter destruction
laid upon Pompeii’s perfectly proud mansions of gold.
O pearly white gates that shine somewhere beyond,
why did you succumb to such a fiery destruction
brought about by Vesuvius’ kindled fury
–the many experiences my past so brazenly wrought.
How can I ever hope to fully ascertain
the truths of existence that lay beyond
the bounds of perception’s piercing grasp?
But behold tomorrow’s bright promise!
Dawn will soon approach and the rays of sunlight
will vibrantly appear over the distant horizons
to wipe away all of the doubt and all of the uncertainties
that once enshrouded reality.
The masquerade of ignorance will finally come to an end
as the brightness of enlightenment reaches
its stalwart pinnacle in the morning sky.
How I can surely hope.
Thus while gazing into the vast night sky,
I embarked upon my twilight musings
of self-reflection with a thoughtful resolve;
surely I must eventually arrive at the full radiance
of self-discovery and perhaps true understanding
about those greater purposes my life does possess.
For now I must bid adieu
so that I can lay down my weary head
and in the morning awake anew
–In this world or the next.