The Stairway To Nowhere

The stairway to nowhere: The desert where you wander when you dream That dry plane with cold marbles Under the hot overhead Where shadows have passed Somewhere close to my mother laughing Somewhere close to me jumping In this crystal house with transparent multifarious rooms Each with the stars as the infrangible ceiling The wimpled windows Let light break In to this Aeolian world Like a quixotic visitor It weaves itself into the matter Dares to light it up In the night If only briefly Before it leaves On the stairway to nowhere