I dream of a stairway to the sky
spiraling upwards, upwards
to a tower so high
sparrow teach me how to fly
to the clouds
I long to be Rapunzel
let down my hair
sit and stare
through frost laden windows
without a care
My heart is sleeping, makes not a sound
winter has arrived again
while the rest of the world is spring-bound
like a clock unwound
filled with sand
I could stop the tide
I am colder than the stars
Frozen from the inside
reborn and shivering
confused feelings collide
A piano with a broken key
out of time and tune
Play me like a drunken symphony
The night wrapped tightly around me
a quilt of pride
Moon speaks to me in whispers
you’re awake
you’re awake
This is not a game of give and take
wake
up
It is all a mistake
” I long to be Rapunzel ” , is a powerfully evocative line that captures the spiritual essence of the poem’s meta – narrative. This is poetry as it should be, as it is from a very fine practitioner of the art.