You have witnessed the passage of time
As it leaves its weary mark upon the land
Old souls that dance the weave of light
While civilizations rise
and fall and turn to dust.
Forgotten motes of wisdom fall on deaf ears
As you whisper about the nature of reality
Saying, “the kingdom lies within.”
Your perception of truth is no more than a harbinger of death,
for what can you truly see from such limited space?
Time twinkles in the distant sun
As we wear our chains, our beliefs.
Insignificant as epochs journey through the heavens
While aeons pass in steady rhythm
Fleeting, burning, yearning yet necessary for all of creation.
We too have our place, transfixed by the stain of slow decay.
Weaving time in spider silk fine lines
That can never be broken.