The evolution of perspective, the chronicling of journeys, and a series of overwhelming thoughts.

a memory

If memories could build a stairwell, 

they would wind past my eyes,

alabaster and draped with gossamer.

 

With belvederes observing

great and complicated cities 

in which every detail is fastidiously distinguished.

 

The steps themselves, ornate, hand made.

I wonder how long it took to carve them to 

organic completion. 

 

The stairs are surrounded by tranquility,

engulfed in a whist presence,

with an essence of devotion.

Olivia GreenComment