All That Sleeps

Written by: Christopher Steven Coan

Were the fall to rise in me 
As once in days before
Music used to dance these halls, 
Gold fell on the floor
Whisperings of laughter rose
Words so ever sweet
And the warmth within my heart...
Once, I was complete
Such a wholeness I recall
What have we become?
Does the life yet linger here?
Is all said and done?

Come what may, I shan't  forget
Winter cannot take
I remember all the gold
All that sleeps must wake