Images of eternity

Our goals, when sought out, go to show
Our deepest thoughts, our course of flow.
For hopes are thoughts set in a cloud
of consciousness, resounding loud.

And trumpets notes and Seraphim
Can't cease that clouds descent,
Its set within our soaring soals
That are by trials bent.

And those souls sent from Albion's shores
Wearied much by earths wild flame
When burnt to dust, return again,
To Orion's belt, from whence they came.

Orion's starry precipice
As heaven's winding stave
Where forlorn music whispers forth
To hollow out the graves.

And trumpets notes and seraphim
Can't cease our clouds ascent
They're set within our soaring souls
That are by trials rent