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An ode to a festival of thoughts |
Gardens [Eden, part I] Somewhere east of Eden, my heart beats in the west Unbidden with no reason, levied to a test A test amidst a boutique, a festival of sorts Different stages, beats and cliques, a pulsing ebb of thoughts Thoughts pitched far too close to camp … I'd hoped they had been lost Sited where an X is stamped, a garden marks the cost A garden that should not have been, … so planned, arranged alone Bloomed into a thing unseen, undreamt off, far from home A garden blooming brightest green, underneath the clouds Rain that threatens summer's dreams, silent 'neath the shrouds A weekend left bereft a sun, that's how impressions seem when chances given, number one … a second?.. can we dream? With circumstances lost at sea, and timing just so wrong Still such thoughts, they swirl through me, squatting far too long Memories so glittersweet, of things that might have been, 'midst transient decamping, and sights that went unseen Some sites aren't for sale though, regardless of the need Sometimes you have to fail, low, to climb, to rise, succeed Of mice and men, with plans best laid, I'm thankful for them all An Angel answers cries for aid, she hears every call Alas such lights can shine too bright, their lure, stand too strong Bright eyes facing, lit forthright, can hold a gaze too long Forcing you to look away, avert the gaze elsewhere, for fear you'd be lost, astray, abandoned in a stare A place where you would love to be, confusion reigns in spells With glamours spun for all to see, and those, who see what dwells Beyond the east of Eden, as the winds whip from the west Hindsight's where we cede them … pitching in the present's best |