Sweet Mercy
For Timothy Lee
A plea for your sweet mercy I now speak.
You surely see my consorts are shadows,
Grown longer still as my sadness fades bleak.
All my streamed love gifts altered as fallow.
I will not share my gloom and misery.
If together my gray would fade your skies
and seize your heart made dreamy fantasy.
I would not want destruction in your eyes.
I have no shelter from my painful storm
Though sorely I seek such as I do long
To rest my entirety inside a norm
Since sorrow battered my hope once held strong.
Constant aches hold me, I nurse hurt and bleed,
So how as coupled could love dreams succeed?
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