Weight of darkness

A joyous light glows outside the window. 
The breeze passes.
The ladder, tinged with the colors of the sky, from the windowsill on, emerges into the air.
It loses dimension.
It loses its rungs
Loses its initial utility.
from the windowsill on, loses weight…
Where you can still place your feet, it is dark.
Where you can not place your feet, you fall or you may learn to fly…