Draw Near, My Dear All This And More Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Draw near, my dear, and take my hand,
we'll travel to true wonderland,
despite cold's bite, white frozen lake,
without delay we'll double take
from lies, disguise, wise, understand
life's crystal beauty, flake by flake.

Draw near, my dear, for winter frost
may melt away though daylight's lost,
we'll dream love's theme whose lightbeam bright
will fill existence with delight,
my mind with your's may be embossed
as Jack Frost's spite forfeits frostbite.

Draw near, my dear, though woods be cold,
though nights oppress, together bold,
we'll weave sure way without a bend
from start to journey's happy end,
where dark dissolves as warmth we hold
within with friend supporting friend.

Draw near, my dear, here let us chart
the way to reach contented heart,
the way to learn, the way to teach,
the way where each may share with each,
the way pure ends, sustained from start
to end, lend, spend, send silent speech.

Draw near, my dear, let us sustain
your strength, ensure tuned strings remain,
from strife and strain draw buoyancy
to bounce back, track the way to see
horizons blue and to retain
refrain both optimistic, free.

Draw near, my dear, the thoughts you send
should flourish, nourish, poor defend,
for your imporant message must
not be deformed, dust-stormed, for trust
support, shan't ever condescend,
transcending dangers, stings unjust.

Draw near my dear, through cloudy skies
we'll beam to light stream and surprise
whatever weather harsh would whirl
about, around, with squall, pall, swirl,
churn cream from mist dismissed and rise
with cheer sight clear, translucent pearl.

Draw near, my dear, to land of dreams,
to shadows weaving silver streams,
to nights of selenite that build
from man to maid faith's span instilled
melt wraith fence, difference, hope's gleams,
will breach tall walls, leave each joy filled.

Draw near, my dear, nor flood, nor tide,
shall break your banks or override
endeavours, rainbow links proposed,
nor undermine, design exposed.
The bridges that your love supplied
with grace in place remain, abide.

Draw near, my dear, my song shall charm
birds from their trees, disease disarm,
to soothe, to move, new smiles discern
that spread from head to heart to earn
an inner peace where balm and calm,
infectious, caught by all, return.

Draw near, my dear, no strap sheet white
should trap your sap, wrap mapless night,
for sore, hurts, heal, hope sets fresh score,
links light to laughter evermore.
I sketch wings stretched for future flight.
For you I'd write, draw this and more.

(20 January 2007)