The Journey to Eden
In a forest where Eden is waiting
why do we tarry?
Dusk paints illuminate your eyes
as I sidle away and into a land of dreams.
You remain at my back with your strong,
sure hands that wrap around
in reassurance,
but I pull away and plant a kiss on your lips.
“Come find me,” I say,
a smile making round my cheeks,
in a way that leaves little to be imagined.
Without waiting for your response,
I dance and disappear.
In a forest where Eden is waiting,
why do we tarry?
Love is the fetters around my wrists,
dragging me from dream to dream.
Your guarded eyes look away from me
though mine never can
from you,
and we continue to put off paradise.
“It is time to go,” you whisper,
a soft squeeze of our clasped hands,
and I realize that we have always been ready.
Stepping on the path to Eden
that we no longer fear to follow,
our hair has grown silver and white,
and our bodies have disintegrated.
In a forest where Eden was waiting,
why did we tarry?
why do we tarry?
Dusk paints illuminate your eyes
as I sidle away and into a land of dreams.
You remain at my back with your strong,
sure hands that wrap around
in reassurance,
but I pull away and plant a kiss on your lips.
“Come find me,” I say,
a smile making round my cheeks,
in a way that leaves little to be imagined.
Without waiting for your response,
I dance and disappear.
In a forest where Eden is waiting,
why do we tarry?
Love is the fetters around my wrists,
dragging me from dream to dream.
Your guarded eyes look away from me
though mine never can
from you,
and we continue to put off paradise.
“It is time to go,” you whisper,
a soft squeeze of our clasped hands,
and I realize that we have always been ready.
Stepping on the path to Eden
that we no longer fear to follow,
our hair has grown silver and white,
and our bodies have disintegrated.
In a forest where Eden was waiting,
why did we tarry?