On the Bank of Eden

On the bank of my heart's Eden, Reunited, but parted, were life and I, By an unseen veil. And now I stand, Watching, The unearthly land, Whose beautiful weather, I cannot feel but sense, Is something more than spring, And held away by an arcane fence, There stand the angelic flowers blossoming, Whose sweet scents, And colours really soothing, I know are there, There presence I can swear, But I am barred to perceive, More than as if in a monochromatic dream. I see the colours, And the lights, But not enough bold are my sights, To carry them across the door to my soul, As they do not know, Where the door is hidden, Maybe in the very Eden. Maybe below the long, green grass, Made of emeralds' slivers, Fore whose assuaging greenness my eyes crave. Or maybe under those godly rivers, Flowing into the oceans of light, Maybe in the core of air, in flight, The heavenly air, To breath in which, I long, And to fill it with a freedom song, To light candles of peace in its each layer. The saintly air, In which I dream to disperse, Like prophetic words, That can echo the divine call, To open the doors to my soul. I look at my Eden through the invisible wall, Knowing, somehow, that one day, The wall will be melted away, By my tears, Swept away, By the breeze of my prayers. I stand praying to be reunited, With my breaths, my soul, my flight, Gazing at the wonderful but distant sight, With my heart heavy, Corners of my eyes wet, I pray that I may get, And reach soon, what is mine, Feeling to have heard, A whisper from the divine, That to reach it, I have been destined.