On Time And Space After T.S. Eliot Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

If Space and Time through ages weigh
thing that have been or might
bear decay, Sun's seeming might
will flare then fade one day.
So why, fair dove, waste time to play
when you should LIVE, soul free?
The butterfly that lives a day
tips synchronicity.

The blooms bedecked with bright dawn's dew
may tremble on the vine,
Time conquers all who nectar knew
bee, blossom, tree, root, all sign
haste chase to pluck anew
life's sweets before defeat's slow pine,
Yet days of love transform the few
to many spells divine.

If Time and Space mock sage page play,
dreams' beams may cause to be
'in grain of sand' eternal stay
prismatic creativity.
Transcend Time's strictures, sects which lay
down laws sans cause nor reason:
Exception proves life's rules, life's ray
for you may know no season.