by David Braybrooke

Created on: May 16, 2010   Last Updated: September 21, 2010

Let me in ... to the fortress of your heart's enchant
That cheats and connives and invents sable night,
That darkens the gables too blind for the rant
With ebony friezes inverting the light,
To knight all the fables of questing's lament,
Teething their anguish and spoiling the realm
Of kingly emotions the messengers sent
As they rode back to Jesus with thou at the helm.

Let me in ... to unbolt all the chests of your poisoned defeat,
It no longer haunts with a sting and a scorn,
The butterflied sailors have flown in retreat
To run from the palsy of woe's breaking dawn,
To whitewash the grumbles of golems and trolls
Who pick through the chainmails of fallen to die,
They fought with such valour in search of his goals
All dusted with ashes as angels to cry.

Let me in ... to wrench back those curtains that blight out the sun,
Let the golden sun's rays heat yours of the touch,
Of godly and vaunted the race has been won
So take off your doubtings, don't sully the dutch,
In to those heavens that youth was so kind
When dreaming and longings lay verdant and new,
Fresh as a dewdrop to memories that bind,
Memories of darlings invoking the few.

Let me in ... to melt all the waxen and prise all the locks
Off tethered and burdened, imprisoned in kind,
The yachtsmen returning to tender the docks
Where sweethearts were mourning to endings that bind,
In to your yearnings that bleach and they stain,
In to your wounded infected with dross,
Damn all the journeys that fettered your pain
And hug me with stanzas that swaddle your loss.

Let me in ... so that I can love you again.

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