Celestial Delight...
A Christmas gift for an extremely special Lady.
I’ve had a life-long fascination with the stars. No…I’m not referring to the ones inhabiting Hollywood – interesting though they are – but to those that maintain a never-ending vigil in the nighttime skies over this tiny speck in the Universe we call Earth.
Were they always there? Are they really there, now? Taking into consideration the virtually boundless distances involved, the lights we on Terra Firma see as but pinpoints in space could, conceivably, be those from stars that expired millennia before.
We’ve learned – through scientific investigation – that stars don’t really sparkle, or if you will, “twinkle”. This illusionary effect is merely caused by solar winds and heat distortions in the Earth’s atmosphere. I, however, am a tad old-fashioned. To me…they twinkle!
Many of our planet’s ancient civilizations paid homage to and worshipped the stars and planets – several being revered as sacred deities in their myriad religions. Even today, people dream of someday visiting these distant points of light. My own dreams – limited to but one particular heavenly body – have been aided greatly by the fact that it has manifested itself into quite elegant human form and, has materialized not light years distant – as with its counterparts – but merely a heartbeat away!
Oftentimes, clouds can obliterate the view – leaving only a blackened void upon which to gaze. The star I so long to see still remains, though – no matter how thick the camouflage. I need only close my eyes to penetrate the dark, opaque veil.
The star to which I refer is a relative newcomer to this Universe. She has endured for well over a quarter of a century – yet I only became aware of her existence twelve short months ago. Twelve of the most unbelievably pleasant months of my life!
Stars can possess an almost…magical quality. She is no exception. Her angelic beauty nearly defies description – yet I find it impossible to take pen in hand and not make a concerted effort to do so.
The soft brilliance of her flaxen hair echoes fond memories of shining, yellow harvest moons, looming massively just above the horizon in the late, hazy September skies. The unsullied beauty of her fair, milky skin awakens the memories of several delectable dreams, which have, for what seems to be an eternity, coursed through my subconscious. Those eyes. My God! In what way could I adequately describe her eyes that would do justice to their glowing radiance? Whenever I gaze deeply into them, searching out the answers to my many questions, I am invariably treated to a glorious display of dancing lights – the sparks that many times serve to lift the shroud of mystery that surrounds her very soul.
My ruminations concerning her seductively voluptuous figure can, at times, be difficult to translate into written form, but I shall endeavor to do so, now. Although more distant to me than even our nearest star, I feel that I know her more intimately than any woman I’ve ever encountered. The sensuous grace of her stunning form is indelibly chiseled into the innermost depths of my mind and is always favorably inclined to manifest itself whenever enjoined by my subconscious to do so. To say that she has – although unwittingly – provided me with literally hours of ecstatic pleasure would certainly be this century’s understatement!
Mere words cannot possibly describe her smile. No…strike that statement. A single word does come to mind that can: Devastating!
To attempt an explanation concerning the effects this combination of attributes she possesses has upon me would be all but inconceivable. However…recall that phrase I used earlier in this piece: “To me…they twinkle!” Simple, yet extremely accurate. She does exactly that!
To explore at great depth, this Celestial Delight – to learn more of her substance…this is my intended goal. To discover how – and more importantly, why – she feels what she does…this is what I wish to attain.
Many evenings, I sit in the solitude of my backyard and stare for hours at the inhabitants of the peaceful, nighttime sky. And although some may think conversely, this time is not idly spent: Wishes are silently murmured; Dreams are quietly played out. There is only one problem that presents itself during these periods. The silence. It can be so damn quiet…you can almost hear a heart break!
Several of my acquaintances know precisely how I feel about this lady and have questioned why I haven’t opened myself up to her before this. My reply to them is: I have! Oh, I could never come right out and tell her that I’ve fallen hopelessly and completely in love, but I think I may have gotten the point across to her in my past few works.
Perhaps…though lacking a response so far, one may never know.
I like to imagine that the birth of a new star is always cause for joyous celebration throughout the Universe…and so to you, my darling, I wish the most delightfully Happy Birthday!
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