Unjaded Sparkle

In many years when you and I no more
smile upon a world where butterflies
paint mosaic patterns, marble skies,
but will have sunk to rest long time before,
enchantment may your picture store, then poor
shall seem life - shorn of all it glorifies.
This image which relentless Time defies
shall radiate reflections from heart’s core
on paper pour, on pixel screen explore
eyes eclipsing sun with solstice sighs, -
sun bright, which elsewhere dazzles sot and wise.
Reader who knew you not through this may draw
eternal threads through Time’s dread needle, find
dreams’ sudden sparkle, stirring, unconfined.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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