Transformative New Found Land Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

She came not in Life’s Spring, whose pregnant seed
Summer welcomes with its womb run riot.
She came not while the Summer's bustling greed
played havoc both with untrained growth, strained diet.
She came not in the Autumn when most feed
on energies soon spilled, stilled in tomb quiet.
She entered on life’s scene with Winter freed
for warmth to come, prepared life's wonder-bead!

He came on stage with page prepared review
of book of life strife filled, of options taken
of choices made, refused, which day, day glue
in phase or out, in phrase through haze mistaken.
He keyed into a cue long overdue,
dew in the dusk, musk scented flew to waken
what went before before, a karmic clue
recycling optimistic read unshaken.

We drew together through true magic spell
to stimulate song spectra once forgotten,
We knew we knew the verdict sans appel,
appeal would spell rescinding all things rotten.
We flew through cloudbanks, swinging very well
as Pegasus or Phoenix rebegotten
inspired desire to fire fair future’s swell
with music sacred, never misbegotten.

Since unconvinced Time's reel is real
maybe blue prints show dreams aren't dreams,
Though 'slumber may most spirits seal'
some schemes seem set to whet true gleams.
Fair Princess may unite the two
as through twinned circles' EYE WE flew.