The clouds hang heavy, lingering; full, bloated, near-bursting.
The distant skies roar, beckoning me to some strange new dimension,
As the radiant sunset ricochets off satin ripples,
Setting the lustrous billows ablaze.
Sapphire ceilings collapse and shatter the stained glass skies.
And, by nameless mechanisms, I am catapulted into surreality,
Another-worldly place of unfathomable beauty,
Where I breathe in chaos’ divinity and swallow the stars.
The sky above pours out the deepest secrets of its soul,
Drowning all those below in profound clarity and truth.
Raw, open, bloody, and bruised, the sky knows well:
The painful, sad, and uncertain moments birth the most exquisite works of art.