I Sit And Wait Atop This Lofty Perch Poem by Colm Hayes

I sit and wait atop this lofty perch
As seasons pass into the open void
Dark skies form to obscure my search
And oft dost freedoms path in shadows hide
Sometimes I hear a voice softly calling
Yet all sounds echo in a foreign tongue
An ancient mute whisper slowly falling
Back into a time of songs left unsung
But this eternal sadness shall not keep
Nor hold captive times immortal charge
I shall not walk into unwelcomed sleep
For small hope lives where dreams are large
This patient indifference can not win
Where the ultimate objective lies within