The Stairway

We've been slow dancing through the pain
as it ripples from the makeshift pond
the two of us created to hold swans and sorrows
Have you forgotten the rivers of ruby red
and the emerald that sparkled from dusty jewels
found in the most desolate of locations
tucked into a corner waiting for someone to find
the secrets of the past and the prophecies
of such wind battered futures etched into stones
so let me give you the only gift I can
a promise of something ancient and epic
if tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again
past the den of slumbering black bears
and the castles made of sand and soap
to the doorstep of your own voice
as it echoes the only song that brought peace
to the farthest reaches of outer space
reflected in the fiery sunsets
and pure sunrises that reside within perfect eyes...