Rising to the fourteenth floor of the posh hotel
in the center of the cold city,
the beep of each passing level took me back
to the screams of life giving machines
that doled out survival with sighs and repeated
tones, monotonous and vital.

Here I am ascending to a place in the sky
you will never experience.
I’m looking at city lights and animated gestures
that strangers below exchange–smiling, linking
hands and hearts this side of the eternal.
I am comforted by the faith that you
have moved to a castle above it all and
wish this rising room would open its doors
and reveal the place you now call home.