The Small Shattered Window

The sky filled with wonder, the window and the silence
He spoke “what am I,” he made paths and saw the graves,
The dark under the sky seemed to pass by the window,
Seas were bent and a shadow passed by the window but
Still i was looking at the dark blue sky through the small shaded window.
My chair stood there still no movement was felt,the dark shiny shimmer never entered my room again.