What Silence Frames the Words of Time's Resolve – Sonnet Sixty-Eight

What silence frames the words of time's resolve
That stays the awkward thoughts of youth's remiss.
A light that shows in rose of years' absolve
The serpents of our mind’s deepest abyss.
 
The torturous inclines that left us bare,
Exposed, before we gained our life’s restraints.
Before the masks and covers, our despair
Obscured the view of loves we longed acquaint.
 
With lack of any hope of those we held
In high opinion, lofty height's review.
The hopes we cloaked in humored thoughts excelled,  
The lines of laughter cloaking love askew.
 
How sweet the river time that brings us here,
And sweetly renders "all that was" unclear.