**=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=***=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=**
The clouds pass high up
Drifting alone
The sun falls
Filling it with a deep dark dusk violet
Encased with brilliant blues, blooming
The sun now in a deep slumber
The dead stars in the sky
Painting along it
The soft humming of the light
Away from the luna
Soft, cold wind howls
Silently, filling the emptiness
Looking down
Smiling, crying
At death and life
Around it all
Drifting alone
Wondering
It darkens
Crying yet smiling
Its alone
Away from down here
Up there, it is alone
But down here it is not alone
It is with us
Limited
Yet it is boundless
Boundless for those who believe in it
Epitélous o ouranós