A stormy sunrise…
Thin meandering rivers of yellow light…
Filmy icing…round wells of darkness…
Lashings of colour streaking powdered cloud…

Tall, Italian Art Deco windows on the 19th floor…
Let me imagine…
Imagine I could just reach out…
And touch…
Colours and shadows
Of a dawn sky paradise…
It was then I knew…

Behind me…
Pillars…
Black and white waves
Of Art Deco glass…
Mirrored lifts…
Frosted in stylish swirls of ice…
A ballroom staircase…
Bright silver chrome spiraling down
To a Tuscan palette of tiled fantasy…
Golden caves…
Icons of light in galleried walls…
Illumining dreams in glass…

Too much silver glitter…
Too much gold…
A closed vault of synthetic dreams…
All behind me…

But before me…
Laden with the trappings of temporary lifetimes…
A musky day…
A cramped train journey…
A long walk…

A long, long walk…
Many pauses in many shades…
Gathering new breaths…
To walk on…

And close to home…
When the body seemed faint and small…
A lady slowed…
Would you like a lift?
No…No…Not now…
A gracious no and a new spark…

Home…Old trees…A peeling silver gate…Tiny rooms laden with soul treasures…Gold only to me…
Tonight…I must touch a landscape of crystal stars…An open vault…of real dreams…