STONE STEPS....

Cracked...un-even...Sinking...
leading the way Up the Mountain-side.
At the top, a tall Spanish style building:
Light pink stucco, with Dark Wooden Beams and tiled Balcony.
Many doors and Windows;
Others ...also called it Home.
Behind the Heavy Door......
a room.....The STAIRWAY : that Turned so quickly as if to hide it's secret and hold tight it's MAGIC.
It's there....half way to the top, i would sit and Dream, with echos from my guitar...
i'd Sing..
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I Could Fly! ( The Choice was Mine)....If i should Choose;
I KNEW IT!!
From where i sat....just Stand... lean Down ...and DO IT!
Perhaps...climb to the Top ....
gliding................................................ gently to the bottom.
Feet on the steeps... befor... the TURN... KEEP MY SECRET.........Not Alarm Them.
Others also call this Home, They think My Song is SWEET
Their Fear of hearing the last verse will keep Me on My feet.
---------D'Joy 3/4/05