Footsteps at the kitchen door
footsteps across the stepping floor
stepping up the stepping stairs
stopping at my bedroom door

footsteps stopping standing here
stopping stepping thinking there
stopping stepping who knows where

and soon the steps start and go
those stepping steps are all I know

soft breezes smooth my skin
warm sand of whitest white
so beautiful despite
the blue void
between
my kin
and my numb heart

Through trembling darkness
I fell

Am falling

In laughing breezes
I was

Now not

Everything I was before
Replaces
               what I

Had