That’s how beauty meets beauty on the way to nowhere.
One night, in rushed all this sweet, unsolicited magic.
It was inevitable, but I didn’t know that at the time.
That’s how it happened, he was a rocket scientist, just knocking on my door late one night, for reasons unknown.
I opened the door. He asked me to come outside, to come enjoy the magic of the wonder that awaited me.
I did – and he did.
He lit a thousand bursting rockets, scattering joy everywhere. My eyes filled with delight as all the flashing, sparkling trajectories began to blow. So powerful the explosions, they thundered through me and out into heaven’s everlasting infinity.
Each rocket lit, blazing into a brilliant light, a gala dance of pyrotechnics. The heat and radiant colors hanging in the night air fell gently over me. I could do nothing but succumb to this bounty of beauty and wonder he offered me.
The scintillating radiance collided with the thundering symphony pounding the dark sky and pulsing through my body, my heart, my soul. The explosions, like drums, played all through the night.
I was embraced, moved, I was swallowed up, engulfed in the depth, intoxicated with this celestial infusion of wild wonder.
He enchanted me. I stood by him, so close, safe and warm, he was, as those rockets burst into cascading luminosity in the silent depth of darkness.
Well, the scientist and his fireworks came and went, as the stars began to fade and daylight glowed on the horizon — he was gone.
But the explosions still resound within me. The powerful intensity of the crescendos reached by that glorious symphony, even now, reverberate through me.
Yes, I was awakened in the middle of the night and now I cannot go back to sleep.
Those brilliant projectiles left a lovely sparkling, golden residue drifting over me and landing like a halo in my hair, glowing bright above me, to shine the way.