Bird Of Paradise
Bird Of Paradise
Where o' where does bird of paradise hide its nest
perhaps deep in a very old and well worn shoe,
one scuffed up, well traveled and not its very best
bearing those haunting scars that life itself accrues,
or within a busy gnat's earliest morn drink
as it gulps dew from a bright lazy buttercup,
wondering what not to wear and how not to think
only knowing life demands it this liquid sup.
Could be invisible realm within mankind's touch
much as waves of saltwater beach-flung by the sea
soakings feet, sands and breaking stubborn rocks so much
as to bring majestic pleasures likes as are we,
else dreamscape, its fruited orchards ripe and divine
magnificent desserts crying out just to be
Nature's colorful bounty, its gifts very fine
born of earth, hanging from weighted limbs of a tree.
Nay, such fancy are mere wisps of wind in man's heart
bird of paradise its wings all about us spreads,
it lives in eternity and has from man's start
came to us in sweet dreams as we sleep in our beds
Yet we can not rule out Nature having one too
for we must admit its still well hidden treasures
we should learn to appreciate more than we do
beauty of life, Love's depths, its joys beyond measure.
Bird of Paradise, this night may I fly with you
through dawn's expanse, its whispering twilight gleamings,
to crystal clear gardens of romantic fervor
and find her, my dream princess to live forever.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2020
Rhyme, ( Within Man's Soul, Exists A Beauty Beyond Measure )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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