At The Top

I fantasize of a staircase,
that goes up for hours.
Outside the town,
over which it towers.
You can see for miles,
atop these stairs.
Standing there in awe,
away from all cares.
What lies at the top,
is what completes the dream.
A set of wings,
made just for my back.
Sight,
is no longer what I lack.
I can now fly,
above this town.
And leave,
without making a sound.

Author's Note

Not done. By far. But I just wanted to get down the idea, so I wouldn't forget.