Tread lightly, and do not leave a mark

It's a lonely path that I must travel
But it's not far from the peace.
The endings of my life unravel;
The noises round me cease.

Beneath my feet the sand and gravel
Bear the marks of no-one's tread.
Far beyond their clamourous cavil
Alone, I face the fear and dread.

Across the clearing stands the shamble
Of a house, once straight and tall.
Roofless, doorless, o'er grown with bramble
Yet my heart still hears its call.

I push my way inside this place,
and lay down on its floor.
The rain falls gently on my up-turned face,
But now, I can feel it no more.