Advancing

There's a whisper in the fallen eaves
While by the wayside someone grieves;
There's a high keening in the air
But all who hear are unaware
Of just what crawls beneath the earth
And who felt the deepening dearth
Of understanding beneath the skin,
Behind the eyes the wars begin;
They're all fought on nameless fronts
From sightless eyes and needless wants,
For crystal clear the past descends
And future floats on foggy winds
While present bound we all remain
And wonder why our tears reclaim
Our eyes in sheets of salt so thick
As if they wished a wall of brick
Would spring before our vision far
All revelation hence to mar
Before we stumble forward to see
Just what our path is like to be.