I've visited a paradise or two, <br />or made them, with a few brave, kindred souls. <br />But something always seemed to go askew; <br />each house of Vision's brick was pocked with holes. <br /> <br />I could not make the walls so dense to keep <br />impermanence or discontent away. <br />The only seeds I had, and sowed, would reap <br />a mixed and blemished crop that did not pay, <br /> <br />and finally, I fled each paradise, <br />though others' lives went on and maybe some <br />have truly found a Temple of the Wise, <br />with wisdom that has not yet to me come. <br /> <br />My own dreams yielded to some trickster's play. <br />Perhaps, when dreams have all been ripped away...<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-a-sonnet/
