Successful Steps

I spot the stones un-color, only by its cast of dust layering the edges.

I thought, 'are these steps invisible'? One minute I can see them, again I cannot! Touching the steps in some fashion of faith,

I realize my touch I met with quartz, a rather unsuspicious stone capable of capturing time in a cubic prism.

My first step assures me that the dust and pebbles are but signs that I should follow. I ascend virtually past the first heaven, looking behind me to skip a step or two.

I really do not know what I am afraid of, maybe I am the one trapped inside the natural fortress of the crystal, where times affords the ponderance of faith. Where faith in someone else is easier than having faith in yon self.

I think that my favorite color from now on should be clear, to you.