Unjaded Sparkle Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

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.