Overwhelmed by all things earthbound, she retreats
Her thoughts, pulled away by the fingers of desire
To the safety of her Ivory Tower, her escape,
Her palm glides along the wall, cool and smooth
She walks up the staircase, drawn to what lays at the top
She ascends up through the clouds, to the heavens
She reaches the top, where a magnificent garden awaits
A tranquil place, peaceful
Where ideas grow like blossoms on a spring day
She sits, in her chosen isolation from the world
Basks in the silence
And takes in the the sights, and the smells, the sensations
Detached from all other beings
Alone at last
But soon, too soon, she must leave
She must return to life, life among others
The short period of seclusion must end
But she willingly goes from her sanctuary
Already eager to return
