Ledgers Within
Presssing forward;
The music has arisen
Bringing feelings of past latency
and despondent emotional intricacy.
Mismetered ledgers
despite waning details;
The rains fall from above
Without respite for draining eyes.
The trees listen
And experience this bliss;
Only when reality is broken
Can the trail widen
To accept its’ reprieve from the rain.
Thunder comes;
Trodding a war of frailty.
A bugle stands out
From the fabric of justice
In time to issue the warning call
Bringing man to the knees of his fate.
A common fiber without elation.
Again the ledgers are printed
With meters and ties.
Lofty marks placed to contain
The emotion within.
While musicians praise
A neverending embrace on pale lies,
They provide the escape
From the vested mise of Saints and kin.
©2003 Joseph Jenkins
** Note: There are a lot of contextual things in this writing and you really have to “read between the lines” to get its’ meaning.
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