Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)
Could ever Eden's garden bright
be sacrificed to futile fight
when teeming dreams continue to
rhyme sunshine beams to future true?
Illusion may prove idyll blessed
by horse and carriage marriage dressed
where night is day and day through night
prolongs shared happiness delight.
No way is truly lost, no flight
from fancy to fact fiction's blight,
no bark, no bite, and no denial,
no cruelty, one-sided trial,
no tarnish, wishing star at best
for future stars at love's behest.
No carelessness, for true insight
distinguishes between wrong, right.
Shared memories spell magic quite
enheartening, self-sustaining, might
dissolve fears with alacrity
show there's no cause, fatality
lies outside shared experience,
while slow decline at soul's expense
is out of court. Love must be right
must sweep suspicion out of sight.
Best is a plateau pearly white,
envelops life in peerless light,
If you discover, much ado,
I'm not the one, to self stay true,
let old affection guarantee
that love despises locks, float free,
and through that freedom find despite
doubts past, at last innate birthright.
(2 March 2009)
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