A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

TAKING STEPS


I climbed imaginary steps
For a higher view,
And found me
Looking down on you,
So I kicked them away,
And the rope around my neck,
Broke my fall.

2 comments:

Mijo said...

a great fence to jump between a real and a dreamed life ? words being a feeble bridge and then again... Isn't it the soul of poesy to offer us wings when all hopes seem lost or broken ?
taking steps...

Ellumbra said...

Ah, Mijo - what a spirited education you provide - I'd not come across that wonderful word "poesy" before - thank you.