They Once Did All

These desiccated walls once sung

    with velvet voices bright.

The tiles beneath our feet once danced

    as couples shared the night,

and love infused the blissful air

    that swayed with you and me.

I went to bed each night assured

    that sand would always pour,

that Time would never dissipate

    and leave me wanting more.

So when life let out its brightest glows,

    my foolish eyes were closed.

Now, the flame of youth is gone:

    smoke lingers in my throat,

and no matter how I strain my ears,

    these walls don’t sing a note.

The font which once gave endless life,

    now oils into the sea,

and the dusty tiles which danced before,

     will never dance with me.