The Answer Lies... or... The Answer Lies?

Frustration's shadow fades not as moon rises,
but open heart prepares for fair surprises,
dream scenes encounter reconciliation
between hopes, - for self-fear's no consolation
as coffee cups can all too soon turn cold,
and golden hues nerves spurn turn silver old.

The answer, lies discarding, finds what wise is
seems metamorphosis, winged nymph arises
to shed protection's superficial station,
to touch NOT think superlative sensation,
Energies, rechannelled, warmth enfold
but bubble thoughts true sentiments withhold...

(c) Jonathan Robin - written 9 April 2008

poem by Jonathan Robin
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