Poetry Analysis

The Limerent's Prayer

The Limerent's Prayer

Let me forget.

Let me forget his cup of youth, his iridescent fountain.

Let me forget how the years sloughed away.

Let me forget his polished mirror, his perfect faults.

Let me forget my sacred duty to heal, my calling.

Let me forget the crushing weight of his feather light care.

Let me forget the pendulum's swing, the unfaithful wave that lets me view the distant sunlit shore and the bottomless depths that do not drown.

Let me forget the stain of my life's blood in the moon bleached sky, heralding the start of yet another eternity.

Let me forget the muted soundtrack of my life, drowned in our symphony that only I hear.

Let me forget the pain that does not heal, that does not strengthen.

Let me forget his unicorn self, my grail, my rainbow's end.

Let me forget the map of my life, my blueprint, my Bible.

Let me forget the unforgettable.

Let me forget.

Let me forget.

Let me forget his youthful energy, his glowing source.

Let me forget how the years slipped away.

Let me forget his polished reflection, his perfect flaws.

Let me forget my sacred duty to heal, my calling.

Let me forget the heavy burden of his light care.

Let me forget the pendulum's swing, the unfaithful wave that lets me see the distant sunlit shore and the bottomless depths that do not drown.

Let me forget the stain of my life's blood in the moon-bleached sky, heralding the start of yet another eternity.

Let me forget the muted soundtrack of my life, drowned in our symphony that only I hear.

Let me forget the pain that does not heal, that does not strengthen.

Let me forget his mythical self, my grail, my rainbow's end.

Let me forget the map of my life, my blueprint, my sacred text.