17. Pulvis et Umbra Sumus

17.

Pulvis et Umbra Sumus

A numbness fills this earthly shell

As darkness fills my mind,

My eyes are open wide and yet

These mortal orbs are blind.

A distant rhythm, soft and slow,

Its echoes gliding past,

The future slowly fades into

Old memories that don’t last.

That fading but persistent beat,

Not easily ignored,

Attempts to bind pure thought inside

This shell that never soared.

The echoes slowly fade away,

Forgotten for a time,

The silence settles like a shroud

As chains of thought unwind.

A key turns in a hidden lock,

A darkness shrouded door

Now opens bleeding golden light,

The shadow starts to soar.

Then suddenly that distant beat,

The pile of dust it calls;

A shadow beckoned back to pain

And walking dusty halls.