Out Of Darkness, Light 1955 Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Stars clouded, light shrouded, all's rusted
that once seemed dream blade ever bright,
brow bowed, hope now disallowed, busted
is confidence, day fades to night.
That confidence spotless and trusted
in tatters lies shattered, delight
mock mirage appears, jeers, undusted,
unburnished, ill furnished, contrite.
Yet solace solution unlooked for
may phoenix-like fountain despite
past errors, all terrors forsook for
renascent ascension's free flight.

Past buries past, flush faith fertile ferries
fresh cream, cake, white icing, lush red cherries.

(20 February 2010)