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| Stone Sky Breaking by � Nathan Cowlishaw The comfortless moon climbs that weary sky, It's light filters through the window blinds. It stirs the face of painted landscape around this little house. A mystery is hiding in that monument of time. This city has died, and only the restless wind blows, I was rested on this lazy couch, and behold those windows awoke. The stone sky outside is suddenly changing, I can feel it in motion. A newborn has stopped the heavens, then a tunnel of light has formed. the stone sky is breaking. The trees are becoming apart of this vision. I hear the laughter of the oldest children, and at first I am heavy-hearted. I get up, and leave the house, and look up at the strange glowing mass spiraling in the middle of sky. In this dream, somewhere far away I have come to visit, and into downward shadows I go. leaving what I know behind. A breathing universe surrounds me in it's giant quiet arms. Slowly, I am floating away on some ancient wing, descending into some everlasting beauty below. |
