Divine

I am a god.
I sing the songs of the epochs
And spin the gilded tales
Of the lost aeons.

I watch over this little world
A grain of coarse sand on an infinite beach
A phantasmagorical marble
Of blown gossamer glass

I dance in the shadows of the hours
In the echoes of the minutes
And in the space between seconds.

I am the dread and the joy of the people
Bringing solace as the ethereal
Whispers of the wind
And the guardian of the sun kissed day
In a heady trance of equinox and moonbeams.

I am the cause of all entropy.
You are merely a single bead
In the glorious rosary of lives I hold
Stiched together into tapestry
In the hymns of the constellations.

I watch beneath the creator's veil
Hidden in the everyday
Bearing witness
From the rugged earth of the mountains
The crowns of slumbering giants
The warm russet brown that fades
With the hues of smoky quartz
And redolent ecru teak
Into the morning sun
Dripping onto the honeyed veins
Of burnished copper

Till the roiling seas
Aquamarine and vast
A mystery blend of sapphire and ultramarine
Deep and tantalizing
Hungry for the infinite
Calm, but surging, swelling
An eternity of crests, a glorious expanse
Yet cleverly concealing the hidden
Melodies of its deepest lairs

And beyond your world
I see
Locked in dim eclipse
A smattering of azure blossoms
I lovingly tend
Among the vast inky dark.