Alternate Landscapes

Marble visions
swam at me
like cool cool rivers,
they soothed me
with icy shivers
of winter showers,
I touched my hand
to its suface lands
ran my nails
like paper sails
in search of sands,
its silted flows
were far-off galaxies
where wings of wax
melted to its glow,
where singe marks of candles
revealed a path
dented by sandals,
with fingers entwined
we searched for an entrance,
through the twilight we dwindled.