Beneath the Shadowed Eaves

I walked through silver shadow
within the green woods, dark and deep
as towering o’er me they
whispered the secrets that they keep
of time before the stars were hung
before the rise and fall of kings
a long forgotten yesteryear
the dirge for which they now sing

I stood in silent witness
beneath their boughs which thrashing, rage
as lost in Time’s relentless march
they rail ‘gainst this immortal cage
I travelled down a ribbon silver
that wound about a dappled glade
and I amid the flowers there
watched as the light began to fade

I lay in darkness watching
these ancients who to life are fain
when I heard a haunting cry,
“the world has changed, yet we remain
doomed to fade in silence”
then cried I a sorrowed plea,
will not the light again fall
down beneath these shadowed eaves?