the ways to eden

if  you trace the path down hill
lowest to the horizons of the landscape;
where there is delved a vale,
cloth in thick carpet of green foilage;
that cover the nudity of the bare base
and a water-through,that runs a water fall
steeping fresh spring to the bottom - it's here
that you,beauty princess Adora,become my eve
and in this lost scenery,eden again is regained

if you find with your eyes,the forestry path
along the course the oak is implanted,
by the greenery of decidious trunks that grow
surronded by the simplicity of hanging birds,
chirping a melody to the honour of the wild-life
as a river runs from an untraceable fount
that forms in the centre - if we can find
this caption;and by your side i should be,
my eve ; surely we clive unto the realm of paradise

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if we can watch the sun before its fall
painted with a water colour,of a fire hue
burning in radiance,yet ebbing and descending down hill
illumining the skies basin with wondrous art
that sparkle the solitary suicide of the sun
but if we were atop the mountain,to gaze
at the set of the sun,surely there's a transformation
my eve ; come and take your place along-side
and watch us captured by the euphoria of eden

if we can strand together a  little raft
that floats us to the middle of the atlantic
calmly as correspondent ,as each joint strand of water
whose union are too concrete to create a fussion,
or if ashore,at the bank of the mighty ocean
the waves rise in the beauty of its creation
then cooly settles upon the smooth seas surface,
suddenly my eve,we are taken to a fore world
where we reign as pioneers of its splendid perfection

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if we are unconscious from the effect of love poppies
that tickle the excitement of every nerve,
or brainwashed by the glee of casual drugs
that heighten our temprament,to a zenith stage
where we float upon the wings of love opiums
intense in the sudden feeling that it impacts
if only there was an opiate for two brains,
then you my eve ; will be also in a sub-human realm
with feathers upon our brains,in a flight to eden

if we are in a field of a horticulture craft
with the pride of barbados,spread across the lea
and the hibiscus sprouting beside the jasmine flower
rounded by the iris,and the tender petals of the daisy
if the carnation flower lays vast the field
dappled by the sun-flowers,and hyacinth,and dandelion
there in that beauty of merging flowers in an orchad,
we inhale the fragrance ; and far are sent archaic
to the fore garden,inwhich eden was greatly adorned