She the Ambition

I chased her down a hall of glass,

Fragile & subdued,

She the sky & I the soil,

My dream in solitude.

I was so far but She so close,

My reach within her grasp,

Somewhere in the stars or in her clothes,

I chased for a conclusion.

I galloped down the hall,

Yet gravity took hold.

A powerful fall,

Fate had been sold.

The glass hall had broke,

She had vanished into yonder,

I had a fallen,

Through the glass hall.

Now facing a wall,

Not very tall.

Still where I was,

Just somewhere else.

Reviews

[FateDictates]

love the title of this ..inspired..

[Anti Phalanx]

Thank you! I take pride in my titles.

[FateDictates]

this is evident..

[Sami Khalil]

I like the poem and all the imagery with it...Bravo

[Anti Phalanx]

Thanks I'm glad you like it

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Surrealistic images in this fantasy write. Halls of glass......one's life under the microscope? Not sure, but this one did make me think and that is always a good thing. Lydi*

[Anti Phalanx]

Thanks. When I wrote this I imagined the hall being made of glass to represents how fragile ones surroundings are. But your perspective on that is also an interesting way of looking at it.

[The Mutterer]

You have done it again, congratulations! Is it bad that when I read 'solitude', i thought of Skyrim??