Impulse - 1140 - Initial Version Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Beyond the heartache and the dark
lush echoes of the [s]winging lark,
while distillation purifies
hushed moonshine seen through sharing eyes.

Beyond the throttle thread, then hark
to thrush's rush, let anguish stark
from dust to dust itself supplies
return, as shared emotions rise.

Beyond all stares segmented park
predispositions unkind, mark
of Christmas Past imprinted. Wise
is [s]he who comes to realize
what's sought beyond thought may be found,
what's caught is freed when fond waves sound.

(3 April 2005)