Close To Paradise
On a summer day I say to you,
let us go to the hills and see
the rising sun paint the snowy peaks gold,
listen to surging streams serenade to the stone.
To the blue hills we go,
the snow is gone, the streams are silent.
On a winter day I say to you,
let us go to the desert and see
the fluid mirage flicker with sunset shimmer,
listen to the wind whisper to the dunes.
To the still desert we go,
the mirage has vanished, the wind is silent.
On a autumn day I say to you,
let us go to the sea and see
the silver moon spread pearls on crest of waves,
listen to the music of the breakers on the beach.
To the azure sea we go,
the wave crests have fallen, the breakers are silent.
On a spring day I say to you,
let us go to the lake and see
the blooming trees shape scenic shadows on water,
listen to the gliding swans sing to the ripples.
To the crystal lake we go,
the trees are gone, the swans are silent.
On an intimate night I say to you,
I haven’t found out there what I seek.
The less I search for ecstasy away from you,
closer I am to paradise.
The less I look for bliss without you,
closer I am to fine.
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February 17, 2023
Contest : Closer To Fine
Sponsored by : Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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