Once upon a time it had a purpose.
It was built into a plan.
Each step led you up
to the next,
and the next,
until you reached
your destination in the sky.
It was a stairway to a room with a view,
a view of the world that once was.
In reality I imagine this once upon
a time.
Sitting up there
High on the mountain of my memories.
Distorted in the delusions of my dreams
It weathers.
I wonder if it ever was?
That, which is no longer.
The stairs
are still there, stepping
up to thin air. Rising from the tide
that crept up on them.
[Just like I do]
Tip-toeing to the top,
in the rain.
Up.Up.Up.
I stare down.
Drip.Drip.
Drop.
I fall with my umbrella.
very nice…of course…. expected no less.
And then the wind blew up again
To take me to the top
I looked at my dreams
And smiled
:o) xx