The Reckoning Of Time

Walking in the dusty room, specks of time hang in the air
Shining bright as the light ascends, my thoughts are shifting
My consciousness aligns, with the thoughts held in this room
Held captive for all these years, the stillness soothes me

Fingers slide along the ledge, dust gathers in my discovery
The time-worn text will soon be found, my thoughts are fluid
And there it is just waiting, to be found by me who yearns
For power on this equinox, the stillness blinds me

Seeds of new life, born on the winter wind
I feel a change, come over me
Day and night, are in perfect symmetry
I'm lost in the reckoning of time