The Evening of the Spring Sky
Palaces of glass and light… …Influenced by drink and looping beats… …Surrounded by good company… …There is an atmosphere of courtship and love… …Fancy fabrics speak of standing… …The cut and the lace show your creative conformity… …Everyone is in the stale garden… …Treading on the soils of paisley, silk and florets… The sounds of conversation and the common time count ring in my ears. …Immersing myself in the warm air of life… I can see all the animals here this night. The crow is perching on the white cloth table and the scorpion trots along, claiming the next victim The serpent is deceitful, the protagonist triumphs, the dogs run free and awaiting for the next kill The dragon tries to find the child while Ophiuchus waits for the drops of milk from Hera’s breast. The wolf prowls about and the bear still protects her young. In the midst of all this, I’m finding myself stroking the hair of Berenice. The eyes glance and analyze every beautiful aspect of the maiden, thinking of poetic lines. The scales tip not in the favor of the pubescent code of morality, co-written by the corporate artisans I can hear the Righteous Herdsman calling for me, to make by footsteps firm. The garden is still locked up and the moon still hovers overhead underneath the humid skies. My spirit still stays there in the night where the youth resides in Camelot
Date of First Draft: 9 May 1999
Information: Herndon High School Prom 1999
Annotations: Ophiuchus was traditionally the Greek god of medicine. The line is reference to the constellation and its location in the lower part of the Milky Way (Greek myth says that milk was squirted from Hera’s breast and flowed across the night sky)