Waited in Vain

Down the stairs I moved in a slowly pace. I wish the sound of my every step echoes through the chambers your heart. Now more than ever, I need you to calm my senses. I need to feel every bit of your being. Hold on to my hand as if you would never let go. I need you now. Please come to me. Please...I waited...waited in vain.

Blue Stairs

Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. 
John Steinbeck