Elevators

Falling from ambition's frail ladder
while attempting to reach
the spires painted in the sky.

Camelot clouds envisioned when sleeping
linger as someday mirage of hope's hovering
above the desolate ruins
that once were a sand castle of potential
created when life still fluttered with promise.

Eyes gaze towards the sun piercing bluntness
to find the stairway that reaches the gems
twinkling in one mind's night.

To ascend the fortress that lives in the heart
visits by angels as paramours of light.
Until no moment's caress blends with despair
and the citadel sought as desire
reaches forth from imagination's inviting air.

Riding the elevator of faith
unto the level where reality sees possibilities
so one can hold heaven with spiritual arms,
dream and have it be truth
watch with eyes that can see the world
with Eagle's flared vision.

Lifted from purgatory to Nirvana
on a plateau full of serenity's breeze
because one pushed the buttons in the soul,
becoming a passenger of choice
going to heights others have never imagined.