Per Ardua Ad Astra 1126 Initial Version Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Where pain through rage would play wild tune
then, lonely, piper pays,
don't stain the page beneath the moon
with tireless tears, blacks, greys,
again find framework for bright rune
preparing brighter days.

If heart turns dark when blue lagoon
seems hidden, who obeys
Reaction fractions very soon,
sub_traction which dismays.
Response is renaissance, balloon
above sharp past, harp plays.

Yet who with such a moral takes
that way, corrects his own mistakes?

(30 March 2005)