Lost Eden
He sat by the window, lost in thought
Watching the sun fade away completely
Behind patches of cotton-ball clouds,
As the cool breeze whispered sweetly...
Green hills appeared ahead, miles away
Softened by the early morning light
A low lying mist cloaked the foothills,
Hiding a cabin; an old oak to its right...
He’s been in this retreat for days now
Reluctant to leave; for he seeks solace
Here in his refuge from all travails
His sanctuary, his very own secret place!
Recent wearisome events gave him pause
To review the direction he needs to take,
To draw to a close his downward spiral
That maybe from melancholy, he’ll awake!
Soon it will be time to leave this place
To confront the demons in his reality!
But now it’s time to watch the birds fly
Bask in the sunlight; enjoy nature’s bounty...
Listen to bees whisper around the blooms
As crickets drown the warbling wren
Hear the frogs croaking in a nearby pond...
Watch a squirrel dash up a tree, now and then
Flowers bloom all around; the myriad hues
A refreshing break from the soporific green
Of the lush foliage, still moist with dew,
A thick luxuriant setting; a mise en scène!
On a branch of the maple; sits a blue jay
Unconcerned; as if he’s part of the scenery
He yearns to be, for this place is lost Eden
Wherefrom he came; where his future will be!
So he hopes! If he can make things right...
So he prays! Each and every night
09-30-2015
© Vic A Evora...
(2015)
Piaciuto o affrontato da...
R. L. Mc Callum
9aThe imagery is fantastic. I love it. Great work, Vic.
Vic Evora
9aThanks a bunch, Robert.
Benjamin G. Sangalang
9aI was there several times this morning. Enjoyed reading this great poem!
Vic Evora
9aGracias amigo...You must be the person I saw this morning. :)
Charlotte B. Williams
9aSounds like a wonderful place. I felt like I was there as I read it. I found that peace one day by repenting of my sins, and excepting Christ in my heart, I found out that's all He wanted me to do. Now whenever I Pray and read the scriptures he's right there with me in that peaceful place. This beautiful poem prompted me to share this with you, It wasn't my intention.
Vic Evora
1a@Charlotte B. Williams: Glad to hear your testimony. 😊
Vic Evora
9aThank you for liking the poem. The place of course is imaginary, but I always see it in my dreams. One of these days, I will retire and buy a property in the country. Then perhaps I will have a real hideaway!Also thanks for sharing your testimony. Appreciate it...
D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)
9aVery Nice, took me there. Thanks for letting me come along.
Vic Evora
9aYou're welcome JEF. LOL