back to Eden

back to Eden

i have not always been a Good Father

nor Husband

nor Man

for i am a Poet

and my pain knew more

of my joy

than being a Father, Husband or Man

ever could

it is in the absence

of a thing

it is more cherished

an embrace in absent solitude

is held closer

than that of an everyday occurrence

in the end

what remnant memories

we may gather

of that which no longer appears as ‘is’

is celebrated

with each breath

as a hope offered unto the Celestial Holies

that time is truly cyclical

and will have the mercy

to bring about this love

lost

back again

to in-lighten the eye

of my heart

let us gather the wood

clean the hearth

make a quiet fire

and soon the day’s desire

shall kiss our needful expectations

with a heavenly anointed bliss

and we shall dance

as muses do

inspiring the souls

of poets to come

with such words

that transmute

the burdens of our day

we shall journey from

pain to joy

cowardice to courage

confusion to clarity

convexment to confirmation

that the disdain, despair and anguish

of man

which is required upon the path

shall carry us forth

back to Eden

© 5 February 2013 : william s. peters, sr.