I can still smell the lush foliage;
a budding bouquet’s sweet interruption
awakening my significance in a wholesome paradise
where everything was faultless, in its place…
It’s been years now since I’ve tasted that ripened fruit,
hanging on vines so divine,
yielding in obedience to the master plan.
My daily inspection gave birth to meaningful introspection,
absent of guilt,
as if I was tirelessly in union with my surroundings…
Days full of enlightened conversation, company worth having
whether plant, mammal, human, Deity...all friend.
Everywhere, everything, so full of life;
No expectation other than rising to the occasion,
just being…
Innocence in her eyes, my eyes would glisten
as we danced through the garden with no inhibition.
All we ever wanted, and eternally needed
found in each other’s arms and the pure soil beneath us…
“Why did we ever give up such a celestial abode,”
is still my question as I labor and grow old.
“Did it ever really exist,” I wonder with each passing day
hoping to recreate a small resemblance of what I left behind -
a perfect life, now hidden, so so far away…
~2010 Vaughn Wood
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