A GARDEN IN PARADISE <br /> <br />I took her hand beneath the quivering diamond trees <br />Which shook their hymns upon us in the warm, October sun. <br />We found paradise in the glades beneath our knees <br />As flute and horn, wistful and fantastic <br />Swept through the redolent, scarlet breeze, <br />Near azure brooks which forever run <br />Through valley and dale, mellifluous and majestic, <br />Gracing reeds with currents that shine in gilded rays. <br />(I love my bride, and her angelic ways.) <br />The ocean nearby, beyond the alabaster statuary, <br />Rises with the tide and caresses the purple rocks, <br />As she reclines on a marble bench with gracility, <br />Dreaming in her mystic trances, caressing her raven locks. <br />And the sunset sighs as the fountains rise <br />To the nascent stars which languishing, hover, <br />Over the vast and silent courtyard, <br />As she speaks of things with her sanctified eyes, <br />To her handsome, young lover, <br />To her passionate bard. <br />And our kisses are of ivory nights, <br />When moonlight sobs, when candle lights <br />Illuminate the astonishing bower. <br />Come walk with me, my love, it is the hour <br />When all seraphs sing their hymns from above. <br />Come walk with me, my lover, my love!<br /><br />John Lars Zwerenz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-garden-in-paradise/
