paradise, I knew on earth- a promise vowed and a view within
and hope grew wild.
Eden as a child, unalone and unafraid.
We spoke in grove of citrus, and when I woke, I wept, still craving
for then I understood my soul.
you gently warned of coming chill.
trees, I imagine,
now, foliage, foiled.
I've not returned,
but daily vied - for your eyes
eternal and kind, your words forgiving. I saw you better then.
I turn in sleep where
comfort blooms anew, groping, grown,
to see the
tears you've stored, at last released.
Once more, the sight.