If You Prove True... Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Voice within responds to harmony,
as one where two divided waste away.
Life, rainbow dewdropp of divinity,
each moment doubly precious as Time’s ray
reveals a rhyme surpassing day-to-day.
If you prove true each month as May may be,
each breath a benediction’s passion play,
dreams coinciding with reality
to highlight all mankind’s epitome.
Victim of soft eyes here owns their sway,
in joy accepts Love’s offering, would see
like blessing fall to all about our way.

Now trembling, on Time’s threshold, hopes await
expectantly soft verdict on glad fate.

If You Prove Mirage...

Vice? Or virtue wrecked on coral reef?
As voice within awakes to siren call
like shipwrecked sailor, he feels trapped, yet all
enchanted by soft smile and song to grief,
respond to sweetness’ thrall beyond belief.
If you prove mirage every moment’s gall,
each hope turns ashes, dream sunk sans recall,
Love travesty and yet, like Life too brief.
If you prove mirage Lethe’d be relief
existence senseless, journey's wherewithal
doomed to tomb, as Adam’s fearful fall.
Sorrow infinite, light dark, Time, cheating thief.

Now trembling, on Time’s threshold, fears await
in trepidation verdict on sad fate.