Silver Stairways

Silver stairways of a grey-black sky
Leading to a heaven-haven
Graved in wood eternal
To stay effacing night.

Where leads the stairway?
Down a well, pitch black
To water smoothly rippled
On a lake of dreaming worship.

Thoughts climb softly
On the silver stairwell
In their silken slippers
Mustered by the grey dawn light.

The stars form patterns
In the gloom of night
Conceived by spirit
Born by thought in action.

To take form, obey a law
Constellate and shine, Eternity.
Fixation of the soulís great dream
Perfect lines of light.

Insects creep in, abort,
A miscarriage, premature,
Barbarians take the scepter,
A painful insect ecstasy.




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