TOWER IN THE FOG
have wandered in this fog for many hours,Not sure how much time has passed by me,
It's quiet in here in a strange sort of way,
Neither light or dark , Cold or hot,
Seems to be no direction,
Can't see beyond my own hand,
How long have I been here?
I have seen a shadow ahead of me,
A darker shape of fog?
I reach it, Is it a wall, I follow around,
Seems to be a tower, But how high does it go?
I look into the entrance, There are stairs,
Leading up beyond my vision, I start to climb,
The steps are damp so I hug the wall,
Thinking as I climb as to how I arrived here,
I have no desire to eat or drink, I'm not tired,
So I will just keep climbing,
As before time holds no meaning to me,
But through the fog I see a glow,
The higher I go the brighter it gets,
I finally arrive at the top of the tower,
I have to shield my eyes, The light is so bright,
There in front of me is the Moon, So close,
I reach out as if to touch it, So close,
It fills my vision, It is magnificent,
Every crater, mountain and valley,
I stand upon the top of the tower,
Below me is fog, Rolling like and ocean,
I stand upon the top of the world,
I stand alone, Time has stopped.
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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