Mountains Into Molehills Melt Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Imperatives tomorrow bow,
Restraints today: dust Time must plough.
Inspiration ebbs, flows, spelt
As bright success or tightened belt
Mocks cares, adds wrinkles to the brow.
Mysterious are the ways that vow,
Expressed, implicit, may be felt.
New dimensions trump cards dealt
Defeating mice and men. Here, now
Extend through time yet 'I' and 'Thou'
Someday may oath turn ugly welt.
Melody when shared creates music Heaven emulates.
but who, purblind, pursues the Fates may mirage find not pearly gates.

(27 December 2006)