Wa[l]king To Muse Princess Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Waking not, nor breaking knot, life strife in monochrome,
A monochord none should afford, weep sepia in dream.
Left right, day night, I thought I sought among young old who teem
Knocked here, knocked there, spun in despair, amid loud crowd I'd comb
In search of reach my soul to teach, no longer sole to roam,
New hues to draw, core sore no more, in search of honeycomb.
Ghast was the Past alas, which lass could, would with my muse team,
To have, to hold, through hot and cold, and to enfold, esteem?
Out, shadow dark, hark to new mark! doubts parked as hope found home,
Moon tossed, once lost, no counting cost, beneath bright starry dome,
Unseen, unheard beyond the herd, tears, fears as years fast steam,
So long, so strong, and still so wrong, no Muse within life's scheme.
Existence stalled, then meeting called, all ways may lead to Rome.
Princess appeared as lightning cleared perception as Time's foam
Rushed far away from Yesterday, Life's fantasies could beam.
I felt a flash, I heard of clash of symbols, golden gleam,
Now coincide, outside inside, abide beside hope’s home.
Capture rapture by her side, fresh face replaced base chrome.
Existence sense discovered ~ whence stems this epistle’s theme,
Soft presence felt all walls may melt as inspiration’s stream
Shows rainbow tint to hint from lead I’m led to polychrome.