A Garden In Paradise By John Lars Zwerenz

A GARDEN IN PARADISE I took her hand beneath the quivering diamond trees Which shook their hymns upon us in the warm, October sun. We found paradise in the glades beneath our knees As flute and horn, wistful and fantastic Swept through the redolent, scarlet breeze, Near azure brooks which forever run Through valley and dale, mellifluous and majestic, Gracing reeds with currents that shine in gilded rays. (I love my bride, and her angelic ways.) The ocean nearby, beyond the alabaster statuary, Rises with the tide and caresses the purple rocks, As she reclines on a marble bench with gracility, Dreaming in her mystic trances, caressing her raven locks. And the sunset sighs as the fountains rise To the nascent stars which languishing, hover, Over the vast and silent courtyard, As she speaks of things with her sanctified eyes, To her handsome, young lover, To her passionate bard. And our kisses are of ivory nights, When moonlight sobs, when candle lights Illuminate the astonishing bower. Come walk with me, my love, it is the hour When all seraphs sing their hymns from above. Come walk with me, my lover, my love! John Lars Zwerenz