Galacta

I wrote this piece ten years ago. I had been listening to Saint-Saens' Organ Symphony (Sym # 3; Berlin Philharmoniker-James Levine. Deutsche Grammophon 419 617-2). The words came to me one night as I was in that stage between wakefulness and sleep. Not the kind of thing that happens to me often, but it has always seemed like the Muse melded together two of my life's passions, astronomy and music. I still like it, and it fits the "dreamer" part of what I envision for RLI.
 
Galacta
 
Verse on the "Maestoso" from Saint-Saens' Symphony #3, The Organ Symphony, Op. 78. Meter: 9.10.9.10.
 
I.
From life's womb our birth
beholds the stars,
Embraced by Galacta's
spiraling arms.
 
Her xanthic star
darkness is o'erwhelmed,
Seeds spring from
elemental dust it warms.
 
 
II.
Childhood, sustained
by this oceaned orb,
Sparks genesis of
consciousness and fire.
 
Galacta's ocean
vast paradise,
So we leap to the sky
atop Sol's spire.
 
David C. Waggoner, March 16, 1998, Copyright (C) 1998