Forbidden Paradise - Through a Keyhole of Imagination

I hear the choir of the forbidden paradise Singing true songs, with all their might. I look through the keyhole, to catch one sight. For behind this gate, no limit applies. Lush meadows and high trees, flushed in green, From the shadows, colourful little flowers peep, High up on the branches, great langurs leap, Sitting on branches, little birds delicately preen. A paradise that catches the eye – but still it’s forbidden, Seen through a small keyhole, of imagination Fuelled also by sound, all for one mutation: So far, I only can believe, I’m still bedridden. Getting more and more stunning, as my imagination supplies, More and more is the lighting of hope, which shall rise. I pray, I need to see this forbidden paradise. Maybe in a different life, in which I’ll see through my eyes. 12/31/2018 Slap your muse and turn it loose contest sponsored by John Lawless