The stairs sleep <br />in the moonlight <br /> <br />(haunted by shadows <br />& the ghost of shadows) . <br /> <br />They go neither <br />up...nor...down. <br /> <br />The stairs dream of stillness <br /> <br />of being <br />perfectly still <br /> <br />in a world without <br />...footfall. <br /> <br />And yet: my footsteps <br />awaken it <br /> <br />and it is compelled <br />to resume being a stairs <br /> <br />taking me up <br />to an attic window <br /> <br />with a broken latch <br />twisted shut with twine <br />& a tangled clothes hanger <br /> <br />where a moon <br />floats across its pane <br /> <br />as if drowned <br />& I <br /> <br />cry <br /> <br />at the absence <br />of you.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-without-footfall-for-lyn/
