Under a Moving Sky

Light shows play out along a gossamer thread
In air the wild ones breathed
A beast of many eyes is ready to lift you out
Should color lose its meaning, or gain it anew
Standing amidst the broken, the perpetual 
Clawing at walls of a nightmare made real
There is a way through, if only it can be breached
Then walk the wasteland under a moving sky
Alone in that place of isolation, a world lost to roaming—
When you can no longer walk, crawl
Those eyes watching from the gate know your story
The pieces that were left on the killing floor
They gaze upon a soul granted freedom
Set out upon the wasteland and now crawling
Back to the prison it escaped.

Photo by Emiliano Arano from Pexels

If you could read one book again for the first time, which one would it be? Mine would be Dune by Frank Herbert.

9 thoughts on “Under a Moving Sky

Add yours

  1. Beautiful prose. Lots is phrases which give way to thoughts. Thank you for sharing. I would read The Diary of Anne Frank again. My appreciation for her zest for life and how she suffered and what a warrior she was would be understood so much more. Love ❤️ Joni

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: