I built castles in the sky,
You destroyed with sneering eye,
The clouds I wove to cloak my soul
You dispersed – a pointless goal-
To prove to me that dreams and flair
Were naught but smoke adrift in air.
But still I build a staircase wide,
Earthen bricks joined side by side
With fairy dust and faith and hope,
An optimist’s plaited, tangled rope
Suspended from the tower ledge,
Escapee’s route for lover’s pledge.
And, in the abseil from that place,
My eyes stay fixed on grace’s face,
Formed in clouds in my own sky,
Where none may blind my inner eye.
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