Is where I'll go when I die
But only if I can bring another set of eyes
Because what's use in imaginative surprise if it's only I?
We'll fly high, up into a portal
The portal is the sky
But now we're immortal
We land in a courtyard
Cherry blossoms abound
The most surreal part is that there isn't a sound
And even though we're above the sky
There are still clouds
We walk up to a mighty door
Dark-stained wood with astral shine
Framed by pink brinks of grizzled stone
A knock on the door - is this our home?
Just a touch, but with a push we float in
The marble floors are the first we notice
And chandeliers, of gold drips molten
The staircase wraps around from both sides
I've seen this before, it's very "Scarface"
Gucci decor, but in outer-space
We tip-toe about, leaving no trace
We climb the stairs and enter a room
And in it are thousands of upstanding brooms
Shocked, we turn and continue to zoom
From one room to next, sensing our doom
We reach a balcony
With curtains blowing in the wind
Odd, since there was no wind
We step outside and that's when
A man, or humanoid looking fellow
On another balcony, looking real mellow
"You there!" He says
"Heya!" I shout
"What are you doing here?"
"Beats me, I'm lost."
"Well to come here alone you do at great cost."
"Why's that?" His look turns to frost
The man disappears in a puff of smoke
That twirls and twists into a doorway above
We have to find him, my friend insists
As you wish, though I don't like it one bit
We climb more stairs for what feels like an hour
What is this place, an infinite tower?
Whatever dwells here is a being of great power
I do feel it likely that this be our final hour
We reach the top of the spiralling madness
And there we stand with a view of the rest
But what catches my eye?
We go to open it, and what do we see?
A reflection of our faces
"Hey look it's me!"
My friend says, double-y
"What do you think it means?"
I ask my friend
She doesn't know
The smoke enters the window
The man assumes form
He immediately assures me this is the norm
"I see you've found yourself at last."
"It appears to be a mirror
But there is no glass.
How is the possible?"
I put the man to task
The man, with his one working eye
Gazes deep into my soul
I feel like I'm alive
But maybe going to die
"This is you."
He says with a scuffle
"This is you."
He repeats with no hustle.
"But I'm me, I'm here.
I can touch me
And she holds me dear.
Your words aren't clear."
"Touch the you inside the chest
If you can - your final test."
And with that the man left
A puff of smoke, gone to rest.
I gaze inside the chest once more
And gazing back is I for sure
My friend is nervous
And I am too
But hey - we've come too far
To not do true
I stick my hand in into mine
I meet his flesh and our souls combine
I feel infinity in two spines
I pull my hand back, I am fine.
She looks at me and asks a question
I answer her, I've learned the lesson
She does the same and she's free too
We look at each other, eyes anew.
We both confess we had the same vision
We are ourselves, but we are our children
Infinitely many, and creatively bound
To that which we love, and that which we're proud
That's what I learned
From the the castle in the clouds.