This is a revised version of a little effort I submitted a couple of weeks ago!.
Thanks to considered feedback from contributors to this site, I think I've come up with a better poem!.
Further comments welcome!
MERCURIAL
lithe as lightning!
the sun's first child:
see the quicksilver god
slip glimmering closer;
then, through a changeling's magic,
he is fiery angel,
swift as an arrow flying
through the seething air;
quick now -
before the moment dies -
hear the speed hiss from wing-tip
as he sweeps past this blue and cloud-swirling world;
and as he glances into our dreams,
feel your soul licked -
just once -
by the heat of the sun;
then eluding our human grasp
he's gone,
through fire and barren air,
tangential as a comet, never to return:
for soon he splits the endless dark
hurtling through the cruellest cold
leaping over the billion seconds
racing the sun to its grave!.Www@QuestionHome@Com