The Unseen Truth

I'm failing in this shadowed place
Faltering as I steal a glance
As these troubled waters fill my room.
All things become undone,
With nothing to erase.

And towards an Eden, aged in snow
Finds a perfect loveliness.
Whispers cross into the night beneath
I find myself alone,
For I am here, below.

Unfashioned by a hidden road,
Of followers in silence;
A reverential awe grows dimmer
To eyes of stone and earth,
Yet not where truth has flowed.

For every glance turns all things new,
And shadows fail in beauty.
This fallen soul becomes Another.
To Age, this youth does sting;

Truth finds a blessed few.