Agathos

I shall paint the ever-waning sky,
Heliotrope o'er ceaseless fields of emerald
 For my time to rest hence comes nigh,
And my wearied eyes seek the Holy Herald.
A fortnight I may tarry, for my soul craves that color most high.
The cool hue of blue stretches  as a thousand oceans above
And so below, finds its sisters.
The Mother below me swells and crashes beneath nine rings,
Zephyr then draws her bow.
Hephaestus leads the dance of fire within
As the Burning Earth savors her soothing snows.
I shall break bread with Dante before his descent,
Praying the Lord above will allow me into paradise
Through late recompense.
I shall let my soul wander til the alabaster box is cleared,
Knowing that the sleep of old age is what my soul most fears.
I shall frolic with the Fey as years pass in fury
Only to find myself sober and awake and still keening.
Dionysus I take as my lover,
Aphrodite my guide.
Zeus my strength,
Wildly watching the skies
For the fires to rain and flood a burdened temple;
Rarely so simple, the divine that teaches us the way of the Drink
Knows that the fire within is never so keen
To keep the Taurean grounded and the veins pure for long;
They shall take their leave when the merriment is done,
Dormant within our hearts until we so choose another song;
Agathos is man's friend, though for how long
It cannot be answered. Here I'll raise my eyes to the sun
Until the haze fades and the days remain the same.
Bless Agathos, a friend to the inane.