When We Remained In Eden

Were we all not children once?

Crawling from the soils of the Earth

with eager limbs, veins filled with passion,

dancing in meadows and blind to the world,

but happy, content,

dreams drenched in faith.

Then we fell to the dirt of Eden on our knees,

mistakes, regrets, decisions dripping down our chin

from the sweet juice of that forbidden fruit-

and so we were silenced! Exiled!

Sent into deserts of the unknown,

drowning in sweat called by the burning sun

as we journeyed under it, unsure of what we sought,

with sweet memories of paradise being naively remembered.

We came to hate the freedom of our release,

overwhelmed with angst, but yet tired of prayer

to the lord who had brought this upon us,

to the one who would not let us be.

 

Well, be I say.

 

Forget the smiling grass that rests behind those bars,

you still have the stars above you when the night falls.

While the petals of her blossom glowed,

your man, your woman’s eyes provide the same sight

as they restlessly share your fate.

There was no pain lurking in that land,

only pleasures and peace,

of which you would have not appreciated

because they were all you knew.

Though you’re now faced with sadness,

let your thoughts bask in all of the possibilities

that paves these winding roads.

For on paths lie cracks, but also potential smiles

if only you would bravely walk down them

and let them be revealed,

forgetting the garden of Eden

which echoes in your soul.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

This is very beautiful! And yes we can still walk with our innocence intact glad that we are not so naive. Thank you for sharing1

[GTVile]

Wow, this is preeety brutal. I enjoyed it thoroughly, particularly the contrast between what could have been versus what is, and how the is is better than the would be. You capitalize very well on the contrast in a unique and very pleasurable way for the reader.

[Robin]

love the finale of this insightful piece ~

[TAO]

We still can't help but to seek paradise. This poem is a well placed arrow striking home, that target which is the soul. You've definitely written an inspiring piece, to say the very, very least. Outstanding work.

[SpokenWord]

Eden has always been a magical place for me :) Your poem has good advice in it and the way you go about delivering it is done wonderfully. I truly enjoyed this read.

[WhiteWolf]

This reminds me of the Garden of Pleasure from Medieval lore, bearing the glistening fountain of Narcissus that makes all forget themselves and see nothing but the beautiful reflections of the garden. Your descriptions are lovely, as always. Excellent work.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Well written! The grass might be green on the other side, but it's a different shade, not necesarily better. Appreciate what you have and don't pine for what you don't or what you once had.
"Well, be I say.
Forget the smiling grass that rests behind those bars,
you still have the stars above you when the night falls." Beautiful