The Nature of the Divine

He was a divine creature, a God living among the clouds

With dust of Venus coursing through his immortal being

Dulled by the heavens

He looked down onto a field of daisies

And for a moment he saw a sole sunflower

Desperate for another one of his blissful escapes from his infinite rule

He rode down from the sun on his gleaming chariot

Seeking to pick this sunflower

This pleasant little anomaly happened to be a wandering wood nymph

Tending to her forest fully with gentle hands and a kind heart

Gracious for company she led him through her pathless forest

And as she did, he stole her spirit from her trees and springs

She his willing victim

For to her, he seemed to be part of her nature that she had always loved so deeply and dearly

When he spoke her dormant blossoms, she had been so despearatly coaxing to awaken, they bloomed eagerly to listen

His mind was as vast and steep as her rocky mountains that toulsed the clouds

His smile so bright he fed her greenery well into the night

His laugh mended her oak's trunk that had been struck down by an angry God, that she had unceasingly attempted to heal

He was a welcome foriegn breeze in her forest 

Swaying her precious trees

And heart

She saw the stars make love to the universe when she looked into his eyes

She experienced Winter turning to Spring beneath her very skin when he touched her

The moon seemed to live in the lining of his skin

Enchanting her with his luminescense

Their presences blended together in harmony as she continued to aquaint him with her beloved wood 

And her forest knew it for her willow, impossibly enough, ceased its infinite weeping

A nymph's love is reserved solely for her forest

But this little sprite found this celestial being to be very deserving of being part of her forest

So she offered him her sweet, never faltering love

And asked him to put out the fire the sun had set in her heart for him

So he took her love

And for a night, he was her Sun and she his Moon

Absorbing each other's rays

Admiring each other's beauty on that long summer's night

Him slowy setting and her slowly rising

Until for a few captivating moments they stared face to face across the sky

Their love was fleeting and nectarous, like the change in air minutes before rainfall

But intense, for their sparks shot straight to the Moon herself

She approved of them immensly and made them into her companions as stars

The shining God and gleaming nymph populated the sky that night

But in the misty, lavender dawn

The God awoke to find himself bored yet again

Considered this sleeping sunflower picked 

And rode off into the sun in his chariot 

The nymph awoke to the harsh rays of sun and abadonment burning her fair skin

She knew this was how she would awaken

For she was never a naiive nymph as one might have thought

She knew the nature of the God

And that if she sipped from his Ambrosia he offered it would be venomous to her in the end

But her thrist had overcome her will, as it always will

So she gathered what was left of her love, ignored the spread of sugar venom through her anatomy, and wandered to a parched field of wildflowers where she hoped her tears would do some good

That night the sweet spirit laid under the stars

And watched hers fall from the company of the moon and dapple her skin

As the moon made new friends

She smiled as she watched the Moon become more and more popular

Though it hurt to watch for the venom was still sharp and relentless in her veins

She knew the God was contenting himself once again

And if part of her forest was happy

She was happy