Down She Lay
Remove my sorrow with no impunity,
Remove me from shackles bind willingly.
An aloof agony sinks deep;
Why ask an incoherent mind to keep
Every brilliance and every scene?
The result a fragmented mortal being.
Desire not to bend and implore;
Not for a time past nor future ignore.
But on my knees I plead mid-prayer,
For just one day beyond present fervor,
A sharp pause of the memory player,
Where inner mind shadows lurk nowhere.
My own prescription I cannot take,
When darkness awaits in a room quaint.
Fearful, apprehensive, terrified more,
Of space quiet and draft closer than before.
Please, let there always be music and light;
Can’t I simply give in to those warm and bright?
In deep resonance the tune sound,
Root and solace home I found.
Every note and arch comfort a day,
Perhaps melodies keep nightmares at bay;
And due morning sunlight shall kiss my face,
What marvelous way to change the pace.
If I change my eyes, my hair, my word,
Would I heal even stabler, swifter?
If I declare love a needless endeavor,
Would whole I become better, sooner?
How much invention invent myself,
To be myself without rub of any salve?
Without history who then would I be,
So erase not that part of me.
Remove melancholy only,
For everything else time worn eventually;
But just give me one day to forget,
And lead me on a windless Autumn trek.