The heaven hung so low
that he upset roof slates on tiny houses in the village
when trying to reach his lover the earth.
Impossible, impossible
but his tears of love she gratefully soaks up.
Once they had been inseparable
locked in an embrace that had lasted eons,
till their children Air, Water and Fire prised them apart.
Now they only meet,
fleetingly,
on quiet autumn days
and their whisper of love can be heard
as a sigh amongst olive trees.