Love’s Last Bow Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Each star in sight must mourn sad plight
to orbits tied - as ride
seems far too tight – with main and might
each dreams new path to glide.

But Nature bars the plans of stars,
as those of mice and men
no nebular seen from afar
infinite space distends.

Don’t pick the plum[b] by rule of thumb
but question ‘here and now’ –
don’t haw and hum, learn what’s become
of Love’s eternal vow.

When first beside my charming bride
both plighted love sans end.
but now tide turned – and burned inside
I redefine ‘a friend’?

Let those ‘Love’ write in black and white
in shame blame flame denied,
who flies high kite at dawn, by night
finds fall uncircumscribed.

Through star eyes wide, sighs multiplied
the dreams of ‘never end’,
too much relied upon self pride,
to compromise or bend.

When dawn has come love is struck dumb
by an infernal row,
then mourn the sum of luck left numb,
‘how, ow’ replacing ‘wow! ’

Undone love’s power that no guitar
now strings – sting which heart rends, -
dark [f]acts bizarre in life’s bazaar
which no-one recommends.

Though stars in flight shine bright tonight
reflections fossilized
by Time’s indictment sentenced quite
tomorrow sees subside.