The Light of Providence

Another tranquil evening in Shangri-la Reading lost books from Alexandria Hosting crickets and a dozen or so fireflies All time and space seems to synchronize The sun has been down for quite some time Paradise relaxes while shadows pantomime Candles dance in the pale lunar light I thumb through Hemocrates and all its' insight Waiting for dawn in the Elysian Fields I ponder the wisdom that has been concealed What tantalizing prospects of acumen Remain departed because of dumb humans With arms akimbo I stare at Eden Turning to ash in the rays of man's treason Then I bury my head in another lost tome Realizing that life is one, great palindrome