Soliloquy

I sat across the blue lake as it cradled the moon in it's lap. The cold waters distilled me from the noise  of daily life and the breeze relaxed my tensed nerves. Stretching my arms on the soft grass that lay beneath, I beheld the vast space. The dark veil had been embedded with little shiny balls and a big white crescent. I dipped my hands in the glasslike surface of the lake and watched the ripples fade away. My heart babbled to itself, that I'm just like the ripples, fading away in the clutches of time. I, however, who was always quick to cry at my immoratility- felt a sense of surrender to the infinite. My fingers wanted to soak itself in the milkiness of the moon, my spirit yearned to sparkle with the stars. Nonsensical girl, my head muttered. I dug my face into the grass, away from the universe fearing a reprimand from my head once more. Taking slow breaths I lost myself to the grass and it's tender tips coaxed me like a lullaby.

The painter of the divine. 

Befuddled me with his art, like wine .