Sunlight shines on the dust;
the melancholy debris of age
in the vaulted marriage of time
and eternity.
Echoes of plainsong spirits,
the quiet prayer of silence,
and the occasion of birds.
There are no childhoods here
but the cloaked penetration
of age without youth
the hungry wisdom of quest
and patient complines
the veritas of moonlight.
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