Halls of the Dark Muse

The Museum

Frozen in time
faces watch immobile
with their unseeing
all staring eyes.

Moments held captured
offering their own
cold comfort,
a certainty among
a world of uncertainties.

To wander through
this hall of memories
reflecting back into ages
never even known
by these living souls.

They only move still
through these sphere,
returning each time altered
in some little insignificant ways,
were it only by spotting
a leaf that wasn't there before.

But within these glimpses
of possible realities,
remains consistency,
such a cherished rarity.

Voices may fill the silence
but they are outside voices,
swept in from that other world
which lives and breathes
outside the doors of
soundless sanctuary.