~~~ Myria ~~~
~ Myria ~
Once upon a time, before she appeared amidst emergent splendour, when vigour of breath was devoid of essence, and life emptier than the twelve lunar seas, and thoughts yet unformed, lost in veils of Cygnus and clouds of Magellan, sequestered stars of distant dyad gave birth to a dream, swaddled in a bay of rainbows.
Slender crescents of inferior conjunction served as her brow, reclining aloft effulgent Gemini as her twinkling eyes; the Milky Way, knitted, and interlaced with pearls, arrayed her dazzling dress, with rings of Saturn aligned as her diadem. Andromeda furnished her seat where she reposed in masquerade, as an intergalactic stranger harmonized into a majestic Princess of the dusky skies, created, then escorted via her loving Father’s chaperone, who came to thee every eventide of sundown, without fail.
I contemplated my bride, more beautiful than the nightfall before, sway and waltz, in the sliding supernova of glowing auric and saffron dancing shoes, exhibiting an ageless face, concealed by magenta nebulae as her rouge. As I grasped for her, living amidst unreachable drapes of endlessness, my Libra’s kiss was ported upon solar winds only to touch upon her fiery lips after a thousand future generations had passed. Thenceforth, this aerial pageant, filled with vapours and pneuma, took her bow, whence to fade, stepping into a callow, virgin daybreak, to take her reticent sleep within chambers of blank renown.