I Danced With Calliope Last Night

I danced with Calliope last night,
while playing musically.
She with the harp, me with the flute.
I danced with her while dreaming.

‘Twas by the banks of Egypt’s Nile
that she and I were courting.
Anuket, Goddess of the Nile,
the two of us embracing.

Anuket giving us a blessing,
the two of us comporting.
To ancient rituals tending,
Calliope in Upper Egypt resting…

While I in Lower Egypt scrolling,
my parchment, the papyrus.
With flute and harp, a melody—
Composing.

A composition of two river bodies…
Kemetic union producing…
Mercurial fountain now arising…
Rising in triadic harmony.

The Virgin’s milk out gushing,
a Spring of Vinegar complementing,
with Aqua Vitae emerging…
Churning while emerging.

And with this syncopated potion,
these fertile streams produced union.
Mercurial Union dancing…
Dancing alchemical solution.

The dream, it had me startled.
My river body gushing…
Gushing, gushing , gushing…
like a noisy waterfall.

It seemed that I would wake up,
but still I kept on dreaming.
Initiated in my dreaming,
with Goddess Anuket  beaming.

The ever gushing waterfall
brought me to land at last.
Brought me to land—alive!
And with a sudden jerk, I woke.

No longer sleeping, but awake.
No longer dancing with my mate.
No longer courting with my muse.
In bed alone, and not asleep!

Upon awakening, I now surmise:
Calliope is my Muse in Union,
The Union of my Higher Self…
That higher self while dreaming.

The dance with her was magical.
She with her floating lotus self…
Me with papyrus scrolling…
Two rivers ever streaming.

Upon awakening from this dream,
I searched for my papyrus.
But I am now in lowered state,
the manifest state of waking.

Disguising that which once
seemed clear…
Now like a vapor fading..
No longer ever, ever flowing .

Perhaps I should return to sleep
and seal the curtains of my lids.
Continue with my parchment—writing.
“I Danced With Calliope Last Night…”