Edifices

Steel and concrete fingers of the mind
rising as a dream to touch the sky.
Inside are the lairs of thought
trapped behind walls and windows
as secrets that we wish had wings.

Within the inner realms
in sheltered passions
eyes ferry life across pages
of numbers and letters,
computer screens are the clouds
one floats upon
while imagining being a bird,
occasionally gazing out
towards that turquoise airy canopy
still craving to ride its wind.

Still we dwell in our artificial security
trying to find a staircase to heaven
amid the brick and mortar.

Never lamenting when these towers
created with such ardor and design
are doomed to demise at a demolition’s decree,
because our edifices are always in our heads
being reconstructed in another pillar
subtly expressing our obsession
for always hoping the next edifice
will be the ladder to a paradise
we build with our visions.