Landscape of Time

I sleep under a six foot painting
A landscape not yet found on this world

Black tipped trees top taller mountains
Sharp cliffs breach grey-white heavens
Between branch and ridge streams air-water
Lifting floating peaks over limitless skies

This frothing air sparks rivers of storms
Typhoons that split rock, cleave space
Roiling waters hurling sky onto ocean
The Earth begins its final ascent

Joining the void where trillions of planets
Journey so far as nature tells time
Racing through galaxies
Slithering across the cheeks of black holes
Kissing comets and arousing stars
No direction, no change
For our flight is change itself

Nightly I dream under this painting
When will I live in it?