Monday, 30 January 2012

In Astral Air

she lit the stairway
golden rings of fire
the maple landing
respite from it's blackness
that with each footstep
though just floating above it
a tingling sensation
at the back of her neck
made her feel real enough
until the very thought of this
returned each inch of her body
to bed with all that is heavy
where she lay unaware
of her travels once more
the tickets to which
life upon life
are etched upon
her  sleeping soul