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
Categories:
wimpled, creation, dream, symbolism,
Form: Free verse