A Beguile Ladder

I was soaring high and still higher up climbing the ladder of love I wished I could stay forever at the top. sleepwalking uphill beyond control, in a dream that was no longer mine I was in a world, where each day was Valentine. With your hand to hold, with your lips to kiss, . shoulders of trust, I climbed in zeal of thine far away from the chaotic crowd below, I believed deep, every word you said was right. Did the ladder catch fire? Or did a shovel dig the ground? Did the wall hate it leaning? Or the rainstorm got it drowned? Before I knew, I was back on my foot studded hard to abyss of the ladder. Heart all cracked, holes all over. They said, it's nothing, move on with a smile. But perhaps my smile I left at the top.... still tall and strong,........ a ladder beguile. 2nd May, 2019 Sponsor Craig Cornish Contest Name The Smile at the Foot of a Ladder