1.
and where I walked
the flowers grew
each pace a garden
of paradise
a touch gave life
all was good
and flourished
2.
and where I walked
the softwoods sprang
graceful in the striving air
of paradise
each thought gave life
and it rose tall
towards the sky
3.
and where I walked
the gnarl-wood sprang
hard and knotted
on the floor
of paradise
each idea was a barbed vine
all was still
entwined
4.
and where I walked
an odour rose
death in the tender heart
of paradise
every beat a bleeding lie
empty space lay
where the blossom bloomed
5.
and where I walked
a white shoot rose
blanched from the dark
beneath paradise
sunlight a guiding path
to take a step
is to re-new life
6.
and where I walk
the forests stand
I am the old wood
of paradise
each breath is mine from the mountain
where I am
is a heartbeat
© Frank Prem, 2009
Gorgeous piece, Frank, wherever you’re walking ❤
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Thanks Steve.
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This is beautiful. I love its rhythm. It makes me think of The Garden Of Eden.
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Hello. Thanks for commenting. I’m delighted you enjoyed the piece.
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