Changeless Charm Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

She draws with inspiration on the page,
On inspiration draws with lightest touch,
Now Nature, now upon a byegone Age
Grown young again with music touching much.
There breezes blow - we feel it in our hair,
Or rivers flow, we're drenched 'mid tench and trout,
Far lands she'll paint and we're transported there
As if their skies we'd never been without.
In God she trusts, all creeds must lose their Way.
Removed is pain - O scar where is thy trace?
Before her all was dark now all should pay
Everlasting homage to fair face.
Though Time on others takes its toll, all told,
Her changeless charm retains an aura gold.

(4 July 2007)