The Structure of Our Soul

The semblance of existence remains in the worth of our lives, In the structure of what grows within; Yet the good of all mankind is measured by its worth And not by the makeup of those lives; Still ponder the signs of our thoughts and beliefs And the structure of the ideas therein We remain beneath the starlit side of the moon, Forever lost in a light still unseen; And the intention of ones worth is measured by its character Until the structure of that character is consumed; Farewell to the uncertainties of our faith And what is held in the structure within Could time in passage take the worth of us all? Like a faun in the winter of its being; But instilled our memories seem so long to depart That the structure of thought is no more! For a shadow is lost in silent demise Hidden in the structure within