"Wheresoever she was.. there was Eden."
-Mark Twain
I am
the likeness of a God
a child in the shape of a man
given freedom
but with a catch...
Rivers pulse like the highways outside my window
animals chirp like noisy neighbors
and The Voice In The Sky invites itself over for dinner
at random
like an unimpressable mother-in-law.
Colors daunt the senses
without something placid to compare them to..
beauty wasn't a whispering waterfall
billowing mists into crystalline rainbows
it was being remembered
and held close
like unbroken promises.
She was
everything to me
alive with the fire of a thousand suns
and so open
for love...
But her raven hair grew longer than my grasp
and the flames wilted like dying flowers
paradise blinked
and was gone forever
even though the only thing that changed
was the scenery.
Adding your comment:
Well penned, most truly, fine poet Sir. 
