The setting sun seemed to linger for one last glimpse over the horizon. In his solitude, looking out toward the hemisphere our Pilgrim could see the two brightest stars of Orion along the celestial equator, Rigel, and Betelgeuse. The expanse of open sky looked as though it contained every constellation in existence, lassoed and corralled in the heavens above. Our Pilgrim seemed to not have a care in the world, just he and the starry sky above… and the moral law of Kant. It is many who don’t realize these magical moments where the earth and sky seem to touch the setting sun and all is one. It was then after a short meditation he recited a poem written for his Lady and all lovers separated on this day.
I’ll be out in the morning dew when I hear you call my name
I share with you this life of clover and honey bees and funnier things.
As I look to you with love like harmony in the sun’s dawning light
The warmth I feel in your snowbound land, winters sheer delight.
I am but a gypsy in a world I don’t fit in and doubt if I ever will
But in the blue-green hues of your eyes, I see a point pulling me in still.
A home where I’ll be forever in your arms to slay the dragons never more
Keep me close to your heart, don’t let me slip away in a maze of folkish lore.
Each day we look beyond the sunset to the tides that raid the night
Where evening is a celebration with new found bliss across the oceans might.
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. -The Beatles