My first is the antonym of heavy. My last another word for dwelling. Together I'm a tower with a panoramic view.

Finger of stone Pointing up high Four sides not more A witness of time

Born without breath, yet I sigh through the land, I forget where I started, I remember no end. I twist without turning, I run without feet, I carry the sky, yet drown what I meet. What am I?

Above Ecuador you may see A fusion reactor overhead At the perfect time it will be Coinciding with a perfect plane Celestial bodies aligned And the Light and Dark will be Balanced, as all things should be.

I have a bank, but no money. I have a bed, but can't sleep. One could say my nature is runny, But it's my anger that makes one weep.