Bold men sought it out, <br />upturning the world's corners <br />as they stumbled gallantly <br />right past it. <br />Fools. <br />Streets of gold are only <br />known by aimless feet, <br />whisperers, walking <br />on air. <br /> <br />In secret places, Shangri-La <br />exists, calm, nestled in the <br />mountains of a sudden embrace, <br />breathlessness. <br />Confessions, ancient mantras, <br />softly tumble down across <br />glass lakes, widened eyes. <br /> <br />A single kiss, a flower blooms <br />in Eden. Lost in perfumed rapture, <br />neither frets about <br />Forbidden Fruit. <br />No tempter, serpentine, appears, <br />for there is enough fruit to be <br />shared, flowers to be grown! <br /> <br />O, Traveller, go not beyond the door! <br />The sacred place you seek <br />lies not beyond the cold horizon, <br />but within the reach of a loving glance, <br />a warm smile. <br />As those in love know, Paradise <br />is never found, but made <br />by two hearts working to make it, <br />gloriously, so.<br /><br />Thomas Donnelly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-found-but-made/
