Staircase Between Stars (Surrealism)

A door opens into night,  
and the sky draws near  
as though it has been waiting  
for someone to notice  
the shimmer gathering at its seams.

There,  
where darkness should be whole~  
a staircase rises,  
each step a soft pulse of light,  
as though memory itself  
has learned to glow.

I place my foot on the first step  
and the world below loosens~ 
not falling away,  
but gently releasing its hold,  
like a hand unclasping  
without sorrow.

The air shifts.  
Patterns of stars rearrange themselves,  
quiet brightness drifting  
through the space around me~  
a warmth that feels like  
something once whispered  
but never fully heard.

Each step remembers something:  
a moment I almost understood,  
a tenderness I nearly named,  
a question that once brushed my shoulder  
and drifted on.

Upward,  
the stars brighten  
as if recognizing me~ 
not my shape,  
but the ache I carry  
like a small ember  
I’ve kept alive for years.

When I reach the landing,  
there is no throne,  
no revelation,  
no final answer waiting.

Only a soft expanse of starlight,  
a horizon that feels like a promise,  
and a presence~  
quiet, familiar, 
standing just beyond the next breath.

I stand without moving,  
the quiet widening in its gentle way.  
A small clarity rises~  
the journey upward  
was the message all along.

12th grademeaningfulsurrealfree verse

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