Here
Self-made stone temples
Built to shelter your heart
Only house spiraling staircases
Upon which you twist and turn
Irrelevant whether you summit
Or if you descend
It is impossible to stand upon
Solid ground when
Your tower once made of stone
now bends.
Galactic highways
Are Infinite
Because their calculations are not
Accurate.
But within this structure erect
Each path we choose becomes subject
To its demise
There, upon the Horizon
Lies
Another stone
Instead
of a Sunrise.
And my temple becomes
In spite of herself
A Mausoleum.
A twisted tower of eternal dreams,
Unrequited longings scattered recklessly upon
Spiraling staircases.
Each step up, a fairy tail
I’ve laid to rest upon the stone
Each step down, a tear-drop left
Upon its wings
Mourning silently
Her long repose.
__________________________________________________
christina julianna
february 24th, 2011
Built to shelter your heart
Only house spiraling staircases
Upon which you twist and turn
Irrelevant whether you summit
Or if you descend
It is impossible to stand upon
Solid ground when
Your tower once made of stone
now bends.
Galactic highways
Are Infinite
Because their calculations are not
Accurate.
But within this structure erect
Each path we choose becomes subject
To its demise
There, upon the Horizon
Lies
Another stone
Instead
of a Sunrise.
And my temple becomes
In spite of herself
A Mausoleum.
A twisted tower of eternal dreams,
Unrequited longings scattered recklessly upon
Spiraling staircases.
Each step up, a fairy tail
I’ve laid to rest upon the stone
Each step down, a tear-drop left
Upon its wings
Mourning silently
Her long repose.
__________________________________________________
christina julianna
february 24th, 2011