The Moya View

Tag: sky

  • Beyond the Dying Cloud

    Beyond the Dying Cloud

    When a cloud dies doves and eagles dip their wings in mournful ‘memberance.   When the sky dies it rots black in despairing soot of ash and pain.   When the moon dies it’s mourned by the elliptical kisses of the planets beyond.   When a planet dies the universe gently cradles it and lullaby’s…