Paradise; Here

Around the waters of the pond

Which we choose to go to

In the midst of a faraway forest

Among all the million places we can go to

we gravitate back to that pond

 

Here, in this hour of darkness

where the atmosphere is

magically impassioned and silent

This is how souls entwine

 

Here and now, you and I

We make the full moon

look so pale

 

And I wonder:

How far is paradise?

 

© 2014 ALIA SULTAN