Ancient Walls

I touch the walls of the ancient room,
And feel the breath from another age. 
From here I glimpse  the transient  silvered moon;
I trance  dark clouds amidst storm -filled rage.
The wind  it thunders, though  unrestrained;
These walls of stories and secrets kept
In silence resolute unexplained,
If only they awoke instead of slept.
What stories are wrought which they could  reveal? 
What hidden whispers might  be heard ? 
I feel  them shudder absorb the feel,
The storm abates with those memories  blurred.