Descending Starewell

 

 

I feel like this street
Empty
Alone
Deserted

Although the twisting branches
Reach out and up
Amidst the gray and solemn coldness
Of the cobble stone street floor
There is a light which shines on every passage
Amber on each descending step

The cold steel rail pushes
Further and further on
Supporting the weary
And strengthening each fragile step

Push on

What awaits deep into the chasm
Into the foggy unseen
The unknown
Take not this glimmer of hope for wanting
And the baser toil for naught

Give the lowly their desire
And brandish not a trodden array
Not take the breath from each new day

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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