listening intently

if there are messages they've passed unheard
the stars remain quiet in the immense sky
but what their music is their own pained cry
we cannot know we have not the magic word
our senses flee us frightened as a bird
from the enormity of dame nature's lie
our own five senses the great truths deny
the dream is crushed not simply deferred
instead pale light and the thin ghost of spring
give us some home the cycle will renew
but each turn of the wheel means destination
is that much closer and the end will bring
for us a peace but no return to view
we have inside ourselves the true salvation