On top of this world

Moving. Moving. Beyond the time. Beyond the reason. Beyond the mind and dreams that reach themselves out toward me. Beckoning me nearer. Come closer, my dear. Be with the tide of time. In the seconds, as they wind up the stairs. That lead to a room. At the top of the world. I step inside. The vast space. Behind the door. Behind the walls. Past the stairs, that wound and wound. Up the cliffs of the world. Through the skies in my mind. The clouds, vesper call. The colors, blue, then grey, then black. amidst the stars and heavens. Past the gods and religions, I spent the years pushing myself on up into. The space, infinite here. Infinite where ever I am now. In being. Or in thought. I have spent the years, in drought. Bereft of water's riches. The taste of earth's rivers. Of the rain in the sky. Eternal in the pleasure now, as I drink, just to know my name. To cleanse the decay. The dust and heat, that built up around my lips, on my clothes, drifted, drifting through the world I knew. In the space of this room, I find myself wandering. At the room at the top of the world. I find myself staring at my own reflection. Trying to know just who I am now. Where are you going? Where have you been? Have you seen the past? Graced the future with another's race, draped across your body. Pressed against your lips. I fall down. Down to my knees. Let my arms stretch out. Over my body. I feel my weight lifting. Feel my body flying. Higher and higher. I must move on. Past the borders and walls. Past the infinite space, of the room at the top of the world. Guide myself here. Where the roads are open, and the love grows near. Closer to me now. I feel you close. Closer. Come on in. Let the weight break the gravity of this dream. And release yourself to the stars. I see a twilight. Twinkling. Far off. But my body's flight is rising. Seeking this light. I shall find you here. One day soon. I shall find you, past the walls of this room. That sits here, on top of this world.