In the caverns of my mind
I walk
amongst ruins of scattered opulence.
How brilliantly they shined
once,
how final their destruction is.
If You are to live in here
with me,
then please restore my soul.
Set me as a seal upon Your arm,
a royal diadem in Your right hand.
A second pair of footsteps echoes in the dark,
or maybe
I imagine them.