Immortal moments have no end

The breath of time flowing by

Collective wisdom in the wind

 

Like nothing mortal ever shown

The tranquil peace of wisdoms age

A world that time has only known

 

Descend would I the sacred rung

Of this invisible ladder of time

To see if wisdom once was young

 

Truth stands naked to the wind

With roots buried as deep as time

Truth is wisdom that will not bend

 

The wind carries the ancient spirit

Of those once alive, now deceased

Restless to show but never admit

 

It is why I seek the whispering breeze

To enlighten the soul of one like me

Grasping the sage by his hand I squeeze

 

On a wispy shadow I ride the specter

Back past the boundaries of mortal age

To when wisdom was young and pure