Celestial Heights [Rev]

I press the earphones into my ears as deep as
they’ll go, swaying to the music; standing in the
office new life is pulsating through me and the
light is brighter - music more exciting

My work station’s now much more beautiful with
the silver-glitter lilac fairy wings & pink rose set
against dark blue cloth, changing all into a Saint-
Saëns wonder-world of undersea coral

Represented by bunches of flowers; bright energy
awash within me, I want to sing The Hills are Alive
at the top of my voice - I sing going downstairs in
the echoing stairwell, feeling jubilant, animated

My mind reels, all more ethereal than before; my
daughter rises like Persephone, returning from a
Hades’ underworld & I’m Demeter - overjoyed at
seeing her again, every dance - even a Mandela

Shuffle - who is still laughing at me benevolently
from his 2D-picture - lifts me higher - I look down
on earth from the celestial heights reserved for
the gods…