Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Stardust Ease


From sad lamenting tune, night never-ending
to dawn of gladness far from cobweb mist,
life springs, renewing seasons, sunlight sending
as summer's promise shines, once sorely missed.
Where whining wind sighed desolation’s wronging,
strong dreams of gleaming harvest may prepare
for gleaning, silo filled with wondrous longing,
song stirring stardust, ease, must everywhere
doff shadow veils as moonlight wavers. Morning
sweeps doubt away with playful mirth reborn,
agenda struck are mind-grind, muddled mourning,
disharmony, walls artificial worn.
See hand-in-hand hope slough adversity
creating through your goodness, good in me.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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(25 March 2009)

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