Garden of Eden

On a summer Sunday

as I traipsed along

To the land which never lulls to sleep

To the Land where the Sub rarely blinks

And dreams are rarely bereft.

Where the stars never in their satire

Have a tale to wail

No tornadoes never

No khamsin or gales ever.

Where the fawn freely scampers and

and in the green grass doth frolic

And the faeries in their translucent sheen.

The land where the leaf

Has the diamonds sparkling gleam

Where the beauty of the stream meanders its course

And wine in the river aplenty

to the cups delight and brim

The Dates are cream filled

and Chrysanthemum's and Roses never wilt.

Where the Lover's glory stray

and the grass never dries

And Apollo and the Golden Apples..

the Goddess in her Golden Chariot dances.

So much grandeur of the rain

That pours like glass and sleet.

Yet my heart in thousand pieces is torn

and happiness like a dream forgone

I crave not the grass that never wilts.

And dreams that never see a tear,

Or ever the devils sneer.

My heart is beaded in thousand

silent silken knots

Silk meshed with thorns green

For years I have craved thee

O! Eden.

Lured in Love for thy Golden serene

Why now have I lost my

Lure for thee!