UNDER AN IMPRESSION

I was under an impression  
That right was right and wrong was, 
Under a cloud that had gathered 
And left me feeble and bereft.  
Of all the times that were,  
Of all the times to come, 
Here am I lost among. 

I climbed a hill that rolled under 
Clouds that rolled above. 
Waited for the carriage to arrive, 
an abiding memory - 
Green hills in a grey country, 
Cold, collared, fallen time. 
Of all the times that were,  
Of all the times to come,  
Here am I lost among. 

I pulled my cloak against the cold 
And thought the wind taught me,  
Though I couldn’t hear it clearly 
Lessons, whispered in my ear. 
Is something to be learned 
Lost among the memories? 
Green hills in a grey country, 
Cold, collared, fallen time. 
Of all the times that were,  
Of all the times to come,  
Here am I lost among.