` <br /> <br /> <br />You have been much more <br />to many a progressively <br />ailing heart, <br />in the eloquence <br />of whispered words - <br />watch them alight on <br />the pages of a poem. <br /> <br />What in the waving <br />of waxing thought; <br />words copiously flow <br />in the effervescent <br />glow of lilting rhyme - <br />solitary images <br />march the desert storm. <br /> <br />Amnesty provides no relief: <br />no human deed can make amends, <br />the speed of apologies fail <br />to out run the steam roller <br />of resolute demeanour. <br />Once the balm of intimating breath <br />now asphyxiates tomorrow's hope. <br /> <br />Put forth in plain speech <br />what now in riddles present <br />then lay a poignant wreathe upon <br />this wailing bardic crypt. <br />Underneath its gravestone find <br />wispy embers of yesterdays <br />awaiting phoenix wings climb. <br /> <br />Hence in its turn let generosity provide <br />this grievous dagger a sheath to hide. <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perchancement/
