From the day on to
dayoff
Night rise to nightfall
learning to circulate
the changing wind calls
wailing while waiting
Peek Olympus still frozen
sunlight comes daily
yet river peaks flow rarely
As
Goddess of desires
transgresses for Man of flesh
When LOVE of pure source
erect doth speak to her Mountain
winds carry the word
like
Birds carried in Thor storms
She stitches words sewn
Yet remains unconvinced, of
Commitment of mere-man
His hunger to taste a
Goddess
Will lie unfulfilled
Because the fairness of reality
he can't yet flip the bill
All He wanted was the company of an Angel
But without wings
She can only dangle down blessings
Snowflake-like nothings that melt on the ear.
Will She step-down from her Throne no more,
To pleasure him at the tree line of Olympus?
Shall he rest on the foothills casting only Thoughts to Her milk Delicious?
He will touch himself while wishing she would come as well.
But as with warm weather and water wave swells
As with Lily Blooms and Gala Costumes
once again gone too soon,
Before their seasons could change Hue....