Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

We Come this Way Once


W e come this way just once as Fate prepares
E ffect and Cause to synchronize one chance
C ombining opportunity, advance,
O ffers options, often unawares.
M ost we should make, not take, as soul soul bares,
E xtending trust which must itself enhance
T enderness, awareness, - each shared glance
H as force to steer life’s course, to pare the layers
I mposed by daily drudge which seldom airs
S incerity authentic or romance
W hich might unite to lighten future stance
A nd answers find to mind’s most secret prayers.
Y ears into seconds may encapsulate
ONCE to forever, tuning into Fate.

Submitted: Friday, December 15, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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(17 April 2005)

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