Universal Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

'Universelle:
She is youth, she has no age.
She sees everything, she judges nothing.
She is innocent, she is powerful.
She comes from the past,
She is the future.'

Unrecognized though foreordained,
naught losing yet to all as lost,
innocent, though counting cost,
vast as the Past, as Future chained
eternally to Fate’s fire-frost
rich as we shall be we’ve remained.

Unique and common, in between
night's sighs, dawn's longings, dreams' insight.
we float here, there, though scarce serene;
sleep's strings dissolve with waking light.
Chance intertwines our lives, sets scene
unwound round Time's wheel infinite.

First smile thus [b]rings bells brave and bright
but seeds regrets so often seen
as promise turns to 'might have been'
when secret longings fall from flight.
Yet contradictions' bark and bite
are reconciled by time's cuisine.

Game gambol gamble plays roulette
with Cause, Effect, would hedge its bet,
but all too often intervenes
the wild card held by Time who’s seen
to pull those strings till all forget,
till all’s forgotten, both ‘what was’, what might have been.