Where Spirits Lay

Mortal solitude ascribes in this distant reflection Forever limited to the oracles inspired, But too the wisdom once perceived Came the ravages of our own objective Ponder still the makeup of ourselves Bound to the meaning of salvation, For perilous time shall linger in thought Awaiting an answer to our question Callus the wisdom to ones morality Where shadows wait the mystery of life, But in silence came a distant voice Studying the significance of times swift passage It stirs not the place of our own discretion Limited to the coming night, Here ‘neath the sound of a heaven’s gate And the hush of age itself