Paradies

They can keep their paradise.
Nothing with gates barring us out
will ever draw me in.

Let me drift away on the river
when I die.
I'll look for Ophelia,
remove the rue from her locks,
and be on my way.

Let me dwell in the greenest woods
of made up gods,
where light tumbles down
like golden coins,
where I'll find Danaë,
and free her from her tower.

To me, heaven is a library
where no one values silence,
I'll look first
at the forbidden section,
and make my way from there.

Let them keep their paradise,
and let me keep my own.
Theirs is just the other side of the mirror.
Mine is what you see beyond,
when you smash it.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

I agree with Antonio and that's rare(Just Kidding Antonio lol)...Wooow, such declaration and power in each line...this reminded of poems I've read in that inspired me, to write...and yours is no different. Your poem inspires. Thank you for sharing, Arianna.

[Antonio Valentino]

love this Ari!

fantastic title choice as well

glad to see you post on here again

:)