The Fall

Through heavens and hells,

in baskets of maze:

Whisper in shadows, 

and voices in the rain.
The walls that were sensed,
through magical obscurity;
The fear that was awake,
side by dusk and dawn.

Still crawling upward,
with visions of pipe dreams;
Charms at tip of the tongue,
and lucky numbers serpentining in head.
The storms with light,
the greens with greys:
The dark days were in disguise,
of what the eyes wanted to find.

Little smiles on the face,
outnumbered by laws;
Still hands in the air,
fingers ready to grab:
The sky you were meant to touch,
fell to the ground in flash.

The doors that died of thumping,
by hopeful hands;
The windows that were broken,
by bleeding hands:
Little did you know:
that behind those dreamy walls,
was the fall.