Composed Into the Hollow Death of Time

These storm-swept skies in empty eyes Confound, confuse, but can't deny The sights once seen within the night Now lost from memory and sight So say to me what I can't see So tell me I'm supposed to be So hear the soft and silent cry That fades from all of space and time All transience is heaven's sense Life falls and fades from what is meant A word composed; a thought now lost: All that betray what life has cost