Eternity, it gently came to me one night to spill its secrets forth
of new beginnings, yesterdays and how the links combine.
Now silent in my little room, the days of ages past me still
I feel the churling, swirling tide of morning's afterchill.
Come forward, Spirit, speak to me these clouds and crowds their beckons bring
but I a simpler man don't hear their shrouds of harkening.
No, suns and sands of time will wear their own depleting paths anew
and I in gentle fascination watch between the two
as bridges form from sifting sands where new adhesive bonds there boast
the finest stern supported ways of those whose feet are most
supported in their wayward steps and those whose days have borne the light
of fifty thousand suns above now twinkling in the night.
Yes, kind Eternity here stopped to speak its plan of wafting winds
but I in quiet darkness never heard what truths it meant.
No matter, so they say, I've heard Eternity will bring its gift
again when I am more awake to see the sands there sift.
And I to it shall softly go a sweet encumbrance, golden chain.
My memories will one day know their own complete refrain.
Though faint its voice on beckoned tickled ear
I here and now prepare to know and hear.
Welcome, Friend Eternity
(no case for Immortality)
but Truths we know and never see
are borne to set us free.