Mercurial Wieldings

The mercurial memory of you
Makes me tired and strained.
I surpress all that is chidish
In your presense, lost to blame.

No facing of hearts,
No voices chased away;
Healing forthwright similes
Written to spread across the ley.

Fight away the years
With hands held in just repsite
Tomorrow we’ll yield
The summoning of the intrepid.

I tried to kill the pain;
Still left dying within
With regret, fleeting desire
While you still harvest him.

On plains of existence
Bound by the neverlands
Admonished through admittance
Of tears forgotten; dampening your hands.

Through the silence
Of your bounding grace
Daftly frightened
By your impregnation of my soul.
I’ll continue this virtuous climb;
An ascension to my poetic goal.

©2003 Joe Jenkins