Temporal Dilemma

Channel me a mystery
forelorn in sovereign grace.
Let the tick tock of my heart
quicken and thicken its pace.
Fortitude and solitude I do now need
to recede the ill-grown seed of the words I bleed.
Grey is the day that tries to slay
the flower from my hand.
Try to stay the price we pay
for existing upon this land.
The smooth plains under rains
rear up to a jagged range,
though we strain in all our pain
to name the normal strange.
If the clock cannot stop
then let it appear to
and face its hands away.
Then time may drop
the pull of skin and sinew
and forever young we'll stay.