Paradise

This one is inspired from a song that's stuck in my head, and makes me think of what a paradise would be like for someone. What the 'idea' of paradise would be. And it makes me wonder of the things we see around us, out of our windows. They are ever-present, should their meaning be taken for granted? Shouldn't our shades of imaginative thinking be selected from these little things? These little views from our windows looking out into the world, into the wild...

Paradise

As that reed stalk stood

Gazing at the million green stalks, questions on its sides

Up, she looked, she found a cerulean sky

Some clouds, dusky sky

Shading her fears, answers

And she looked at the grass

Far from her window

Sitting high up, above from the ground

Her eyes see the flying hopes

Smiling faces only

Shaded trees only.

Not the fears, the questions, the vindications

Autumn setting

That chilly October zephyr hitting her face

Flickering eyes, dreaming peace and happiness

Of days when the grass will look up and smile at her

Not from fear or reproach

But because it felt propitiously benign

That is was okay to smile

And to live as it is again, grass as grass

You as You.

For when you smile now

It is deception

I know

Those questions, fears resurface when I look away

Those butterflies that you chase for me, you chase death

I’ll dream of a paradise

When you catch a butterfly and smile

And bring it back to me with that look on your face

Of seemingly innocent gestures

When the grass bloom from within itself, flowers

Sprouting smiles and happiness

When the grass I speak off, is present in that paradise

And the butterflies flutter in its blades

Beating the wind, the wind simmering through its wings

Woven beautification, morose tingling

Dreams of childhood

Blinking innocent eyes, butterflies beating its vagrant wings around her

And she grew up

The grass around her, grew into a forest

She searched for an answer, she found questions

And today as she looks out from her window

Face blared up against everything

The smarting wind, millions of abuses

She will close her eyes, and dream of paradise.

(22^nd October, 2011)