...So Below

The sky fractured in its agony, 

Having dawned the mantle of its gloomy disposition, 

Pelting the earth, whom it loved, with shards of its longing. 

Reaching out across the constancy that was their separation, 

Its arms like Violet streaks that kindled the air with desire 

Recoiling thereafter, having embraced only their own detonation, 

Seeking in vain the solace of union. 

And yet the earth was still, 

Unmoved by the pleas of that voice like thunder, 

That bade it reach for the heavens in return, 

For stillness was its nature, 

And so, it welcomed the rain.