Notion

In the midst of concrete jungle

Where dreams live, life tangles

I hunt for a spot with my finesse

Where I can see life’s axenic face.

Where there is calmness of heartstrings

Melodies of birds – joy they bring

A feeling free from poisonous brace

How lovely would be my loneliness!

Yet life exhibits its cruel act

A Fallen race’ dismal facts

A belief of mine lacks the space

No place for Eden on earth’s base.