Whisper on the Breeze 0258 2006 Version
Let's soar beyond ground limits, spread the spore
of present joys till Death destroys all we
could - would attain unchained. Life's mystery,
what lingers when Time fingers? no encore.
We little store transmit, on Earth no more
than memories, swirled winds whirl wild sigh seas.
Seize wishful thinking whisper on the breeze,
some soothing raindrops sent in summer pour,
to mine mind sense, some season's reason for
our quest, which questions inks, thinks answers sees
while surfing superficiality
for life's chromatic scale, some ciphered score.
Let all together seek the secret key
to life's myrrh music, stirring symphony.
(28 November 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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