Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Amphora


My name Amphora, by life's teeming beach
Am for her waiting. Open sesame!
Unlocked am I allowing her to reach
Deep down to taste stored serendipity.
Echoes pulsate, surf resonates, see sea's
Murmur key to, through, pure essence, stir
A treasure only she may measure, seize
Unlimited exchange as sweet as myhrr.
Destiny, uncertain though it seems,
Enchanting opportunity creates,
Magic bridge between the land of dreams
And second state reality relates,
Underpinning all affection shines
Depending on 'I'm for her' in these lines.

Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 28, 2013

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(27 June 2008)

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