a heaven struggling

the shifting pattern of smoky sunshine
in the leaves brightly green in the light overhead
make a soft sound in the edge of a warm breeze
breath it in and taste its freshness
with your minds eye

my hand moves in the blades of grass
the turn aside with ease and leave behind
a trace of memory in fingertips

my eyes slowly wander the littered lawn
each piece of paper and plastic holds its own shadow
each tell a tale
of carnival sounds and laughing couples
of city place unkempt and sour with graffiti
shell of nature walled in and fenced
trapped by mankinds vision of an island of green
within these walls of concrete
and curtailed from leaving the borders of this place
only its birds fly free

there where the rose bush struggles for life
by the heavy stone wall
in its dirt shadow i lay down
close my eyes open my heart
to the rhythm of its living
this place seems eternal
a island of green in the vast sea of grey concrete
this place is a heaven struggling to be
a valley of beauty in among mountains of cold steel
i see it all behind my closed eyes
iv seen it all in a dream