The Twilight Of Silence

The twilight of silence thus forbade this voice.
As riders of consumption come stealth in choice.

You know of this, yet of this you really know not.
For come now the drapers of lost conscience selling their lot.

I have seen the days as they fall unto the barren seed,
I have bore witness to man and all his fallacies.

I sigh weary now, and on stone mountains do I weep
For of this silenced voice, the twilight doth keep.

So welcome I the dawn of coming of the Son of man

For as have I thus before drawn unto this stark conclusion.
To which I am aware of the unseen, but ever near destruction that is at hand.

Therefore I shall hence slip beneath a quiet and invisible realm,
and here from the twilight of silence I shall surrender to Him the helm.


J. Allen Wilson © Ten 2006