photo credit: Rebloggy

Forlorn these ruined steps are
waiting forever for your footfalls
to grace the halls of your forebears
where you used to twirl and sway
alighting on these steps like a bird
ready to take flight
with arms spread and eyes closed
a wraith that glides effortlessly
oh how these carpeted steps miss
enclosing your graceful feet
in soft cushion lest they bruise
as you work your way upwards and downwards
but the dust has thickened,
and we have been creaking for years
yet not a shadow or a breath of you
has graced these forlorn steps
and still we wait until the ravages of time
split our broken boards for you

-TheElusiveScribe 012417-