Walking down the marble stairs
Walking where I once did stare
footfalls soft on cool carved stone
cold on skin, warm as home

Walking through the fallen rooms
Where I once had held the moon
walking through my bedroom door
there is no moon here anymore

Walking yes, but now a run
The moon recedes rising sun
climbing slowly to the crest
where upon my home did rest

If I stay and wait for dawn
memories of this home will spawn
not the peace of sapphire night
but the kinds of ruby plight

and so I take my leave forewarned
leaving quickly like the storm
If I stay I’ll be alone
No longer can I call this home

Marble ~ Roke Coate