Great Realities

In Mirrors old – our Visage hides

The Echoes of – forgotten Worlds,

We Trace and Tremble – at their Might,

So Grandeur makes – us meek as Dust.

The Timeless Bone – of Earth's Delight,

With buried Truths – in Time’s Embrace,

We cloak with Veil – and sigh Relief,

For Knowing makes – our Minutes brief.

To Gaze upon – the Infinite,

Diminished by – the Vastness there,

We shrink in Awe – of what we were,

The Hush of Power – breeds silent Prayer.