Sky

Head throbbing with beats,
seconds and minutes,
pulsing with heat.

Falling through the Earth,
doors appear in seeming random bursts.
Smooth,shiney.
Silver, black, yellow,
the handles, the hole,
feeling mellow.

At the begenning it is as it seems,
the creation of my being.
I grasp the handle, walking through,
waves of sadness attack you.

Being no longer myself,
I observe with slight stealth.
I get this sinking feeling,
and fall through the floor.

A glass grid above,
and you leave.
The tears fall through,
drowing me because of you.

Minutes, months, years go by,
and still I cry.
The cave turning into a pool.

And soon a sea,
but you appear.
Turning my sad soul into smiling.

The Sun has come,
The savior of my soul.
Shining in on my dread,
soon the water evaporates.
and the ground only damp.
Puddles are ocasional,
but cannot be helped.

But this siler cloud,
came a black lining.

Another cloud covered the shine,
rain started to pool.
Do not fear, a gust of wind,
blew it away.

But now the cloud polluted,
no longer pure.
The pollutent growing within,
controlled a bit more.

And like befor,
a darkness came.
But from within,
it caused a personal sin.

For not only the eye,
who saw the cloud in the sky.
But the giant scooped up the cloud,
and put it in a jar.

And put it apon a shelf,
where many others are.