Rowing through floating fog
Steam rose with the rippling water
Everything was grey and gloom
there was no beginning or end
I was stuck in a moment of haze
Lost in the middle of Lake Oviano
I pulled up the oars on to the boat
I let them rest
I drifted on ease in uncertainty
For an immeasurable amount of time

Until the boat crashed into something solid
I reached my hand off the side and felt a platform
Just then the sun peered through the clouds
The fog was slowly swept away with every beaming ray
The lake turned back to the clearest blue, giving the deepest clarity
I looked up and there it was
The thing everyone talked about but never saw
The ladder of the lake
The steps to enlightenment
The climb of faith
The Golden Staircase