A Golden Staircase 
 Subaudition
 
 
 This morning he walks
 The silent ground
 Gazes upwards
 And sees nothing
 
 But can you blame him
 The child
 Watching the leaves
 That fall down
 
 Trying to make it all out
 Depressed winds
 Shrouded silence
 Forgive me my absence
 
 Just cannot understand
 A thought suit in words
 These lamenting raindrops
 On the golden staircase