Quintessence Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Quietly falls the night, and quiet, too,
quintessence of delight, bliss quite outstanding,
sees need for shells dispelled, joys sarabanding
as each heart s[w]ings through each, one springs from two.

Mysterious of mice and men are motions
audible to far too few, most branding
energies as noise, though[t] time's fleet sanding
cleaves grains to rocks, makes mountains climb from oceans.

Nor torn, nor tension tau[gh]t, unspoken thought
now spirals out proactive and expanding,
empathetic waves through spectral banding
can school pooled ripples round to peaceful port.

Wonder sloughs off habit as Spring leaf,
drawn sunwards, shrugs off winter frost, disbanding
darkness’ temptation while, old cold withstanding,
each through each rediscovers true relief.

Matchless interplay implicit linking
unique levels, layers understanding,
defeats past hierarchical commanding,
conjurs special script osmosis inking

Multi-modal melody tunes into
auric aureola notwithstanding
difference and distance, space time landing
echoes vibrations rhyming hearts can twin to.









© Jonathan Robin – written 12 December 2001 revised with fourth verse added 5 June 2008