A rooster awakens, stretches, ruffles its wings it’s almost time to sing today the tune will not signify a foretold disowning rather a long hoped for confirmation.
when the beams of the moon finish that ebb and flow waltz with the sea, it draws closer to the time for the stars to rest a break from watching the nocturnal happenings of those curious clay beings created with divine breath almost instantaneously a universal hush then a peaceful stillness sweeps over the Earth.
The darkness prepares to recede and make way for the light an awe-full physical representation of many things spiritual a celestial changing of the guard a symbol for the wonder-full exchange of hurt, anguish, and pain with mercy, joy, and renewal of faith.
An array of colors dancing upon salty waves blue, purple, yellow, red, and gold crystallized pieces of the rainbow spin and swirl at the place where one firmament meets the other as if angels are at play with a giant kaleidoscope.
Beams continue their journey over the horizon blanketing creatures that hunt and dine at night gently rousing blue jays and sparrows signaling to the goddess who controls dew to bathe the daisies as well as the daffodils.
Traveling beyond the dirt and pebble forest paths entering domains built by technology iron, steel, brick, and concrete skyscrapers, telephone poles, street lights, and an assortment of smog producing machines.
As their shadows move it’s as if they are rising from kneeling.
The rays continue making their way into cul-de-sacs, past gardens, and papers placed near front porch screens
through blinds and sheer curtains falling upon a rising pair.
The lengthy trip causes the shafts to be quite dim yet strong enough to magnify the strong sense of vulnerability the two feel and try to hide.
Both have an overwhelming urge to widen boundaries desiring to grasp fully this special moment within eternity.
Illuminated by the pale glow of the large ember a great distance away a cosmic replenishing takes place emotional freedom growing with every passing second becoming contented no longer inhibited soul binding mirroring the cosmic game of catching light between the sun and moon.
This beautiful display of affection must soon come to an end since mortals are bound to constraints such as time the room is now full with light and a powerful silence the sound of crowing suddenly breaks in while contemplation of the magnificence found in joint solitude continue as the morning arrives.