Poems by Roni Moore
The Golden Staircase
In my dreams I see a staircase,
Each step is sparkly gold.
It leads right up to heaven,
At least that’s what I’m told.
Each step has a carpet of stardust.
There’s lamps all shining bright.
Everyone who walks that staircase
Goes straight up, into the light.
One day when I am older,
I’ll be lying in my bed
Getting ready to climb that staircase,
And meet all those who’ve gone ahead.