Whimsical Notions

In me there is a vast and lonely place,
Where none, not even you have walked in sight,
A wide, still vale of solitude and light,
Where Silence echoes into ebbing space.
And there I creep at times and hide my face,
While in myself I fathom wrong and right,
And all the timeless ages of the night,
That sacred silence of my soul I pace.
Zora Cross