Inspired

Chaos is the language of the lost
But love is the way that breaks through the frost

The cold, hard stone of man may meet
The brightest light that brings him heat

And from that light which rallies yonder
That makes the hearts of men grow fonder

They think of thee, o name unknown
Which all have seen, and all have known

That sacred: “time and time and half a time”
Are rhymes, rhymes and half a rhyme