Macduff5 Poetry (25)

There it was,
A road in white luminescent stone,
Ascending skyward into nacreous clouds;
I saw it in a vision,
As it spiraled into eternity.
My psithurismic thoughts flew,
As I took gossamer steps ever upwards.
You were there my darling,
A perfect picture clothed in red and black,
With the reverent face of an angel,
I so wanted to share those steps with you,
But only occasionally could I grasp your hand,
As you walked like an Aeolian wind.
Could we ever reach our destination together?
There were others with whom that destination
Was no longer possible,
Our souls had split and there could be no reminiscence,
No going back.
And I sometimes wonder,
In moments of ataraxia,
On this fitful journey,
On this marbled spiral,
Shining brightly in the blue sky,
What cosmogyral dreams we share,
What hopes and aspirations,
Are held in this quintessence of dust,
We call ourselves.