Ancient

'Tis within the pulse of silence
that mine timid heart doth dance
'Tis in these times of solitude
my thoughts within the Trance

That space so long forgotten
whose name once bore my home
whose song was sung between the notes
That pulse, that steady drone

That calls to me as if I were
a slave 'neath chains of purest gold
whose shine who's splendor who can shun
Yet shun I do and wrong I'm told

And if that voice, that soft sweet voice
could leave me but a choice until
That first caress upon my ear
and choice shuns me and robs my will

A mindless fool enchanted dunce
A heart that lifts his voice this once

That pulse...that rhythm...that primal tempo of Truth.

Todd