I went to the "Captain's Costume Ball" here on the ship last night.
There were guys looking extraordinary and the ladies were visions.
In the quiet but exquisitely vivid crackle of the evening, I started to sink into a sweet, hazy euphoria--
no doubt partly fueled by a modest amount of good brandy.
As the evening started waning and I was winding down
and taking in every moment of the beautiful time,
I felt the not uncommon notion of wishing it would last forever--
that there was a trace of Forever woven into the visage before me.
And what if this configuration of time and space was actually Eternal--
a perennial bubble floating through a never-ending stream?
Had I come back to live these moments countless times?
And would I continue to do so as Infinity wound its way home?
That called for a few more drops of brandy before saying good night to this good night.
Missive G.A.M. cc
CA Fantasy GG