Paradise

How many times
Will I wake to this scene
Where the serpent’s lies
Are hidden from me
Last night’s dream
Clouding my eyes
Still feasting on the apple
Stolen from some forbidden tree
Showered with blossom
In beautiful hues
Dream-struck, I reach out
Too late to see
This scene is all too real
And this knowledge has set a course of its own
The safest place seems to be in dreams
Lost in a garden
Where no wild beasts roam
and no serpent lays waiting
Where the grass is soft
Like a lover’s breast
And the fruit all ripe
But with one bite you wake
And paradise is gone
And before too long
All you’ve built is lost
But this is but the waking hour
On its own path to oblivion
So fear not
Tonight the dream might stay
And if not
There will come another day