The Sky

I look up,

An army of feathery clouds swim away, 

The beauty that swirl like stardust cannot be contained in my cup, 

There is an eagle shrewd in the eyes but stern in will, you cannot sway.

A gust of wind razed overy my skin, tremors shrivel through my veins, 

Beauty is mounted with a beast that gallops the hills, 

Chaos is the nemesis of serenity putting up a gallant fight that scores it aces, 

The blueness that devours the sky floats the abyss and breathes.