Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls. <br />I trace their signatures upon the glass. <br />Dawn is only a few quatrains away. <br />I memorize the fragrance of spring rain. <br /> <br />It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends <br />Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye. <br />Stripped of their innocence, how could they know? <br />The last grief would be soothed by God himself. <br /> <br />Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird <br />Sings of the poignancy of humanness. <br />The ever freshness of that ancient sound <br />Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago. <br /> <br />Sandra Fowler, copyright,2010<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-beyond-eden/
