The river spoke to me.
I fell under the spell
Cast by his flowing voice.
A great rain ravaged the land,
Tearing at the innocent trees,
The skies mourned,
Crying even when
I finally arrived
At a sunbathed glade,
The eye of the storm,
Where everything
Stood still.
A god slept next to me.
The shadows of his face
Shifted with a graceful fluidity.
His skin was like silk,
Rippling in the breeze,
Perfect and serene.
If he opened his eyes,
I imagined they'd be
Priceless pearls
From the depths of the sea.
I watched him sleep.
Tiny puffs of air,
A manifestation of his
Once-divine breath,
Escaped his weary lips.
His chest rose and fell,
The vein in his neck throbbed angrily,
The blood inside
Surging against a dam.
I watched you sleep.
A wisp of air ruffled your
Indecisive hair,
The candle in the sky
Moved again,
Outlined the features of your
Now-mortal face,
Once lovely.
You roll over.
I watch your back, and
Before long,
I breathe with you.
In and out,
In and out,
In and out...
Until,
at last,
we converge.