The Dawn of Vesper

Shooting stars were one speck of dust to her.
Her sweat drooped down with a gloss of diamond.
Every breath she exhaled gave birth to a pristine anthropoid.
Her enigmatic hymns gave them life, in which they danced with ecstasy.
What a blessing this is!

She swooped her divine robe, which rippled the skin of night.
O, may one that perceives this sight faint in jubilation!
Clasping her delicate palm on earth, celestial bolt fires at narrowing ridges, in which turn cause it to collapse, forming a wondrous lake.
She stood upright in a wilful manner.
As her spirited soma whirls in motion, a slim glaucous locks falls on earth, generating forests.
Every entity drew their breath in.

Amidst this blissful chaos, a child emerges from beneath a dishevelled moss rock.
Barely four-foot tall, with a face of reflected nobility, he had also possessed a great valour.
He sees what he perceives, and was engrossed of its splendour.

The brisk youngster boisterously sprinted towards the scene.
His breath thinned, with every pulsing move.
By shimmering tears welling up fervently, the child glares up at the spirit.
Firm and ardent was his eyes, with a radiance of dynamic force none could match.

Zealous eyes met, whilst everything had ceased.

The boy constricted every ounce of his eloquent voice and cried, “I…”
Goddess smiled.
The child broke down in grief.
Anguish tone echoed across the nocturnal landscape.

Flutter of a soaring eagle pursued.

Smooth translucent hands scooped the bewildering child tenderly.
She whispered; “Liberate thyself”
Moments of eternity flowed.
………………………………
None shall know, what happen between them.

As the Golden Globe rose and eclipsed in the mountain afar, the youthful deity
erected her arm up in heaven, melting herself within the dawn.

A new day begins.