Climbing staircases made of dark clouds
Dust settling, consuming step sounds
Lightning flashes mirrored from within
Discovering a more translucent skin

A solemn solitary place of vow
The offering of the timeless, the kiss of now
Alone, marching into the abyss
Yearning, scratching that distant surface

Steps disappear as terror prevails
Caught by the fingertips of the exhale
The smell of the horizon pulls through the mist
Lingering deep in the chest of eternal unrest

Moments of mirages, the houses made of gold
Vision not on footsteps but the unconquerable soul
Once again the dark cloud slips through the seam
The house dissolves into the eyes of the dream