My phone has a remarkable habit: taking grainy pictures of beautiful things.
Tread softly by the waters,
All who dare to enter
There’s a city in the shadows
Of the lake
Hush, hush, footfalls of mine
The clouds are sleeping tight
In their watery bed
Kneeling at the shore,
Skimming fingers over blue,
Baptism of the mind
Paradise in lieu
As I watch the ripples spread
I feel the hope arise
That I dream of crystal waters
And cotton candy skies
I’ve walked the streets of decades decadent,
While idyllic wonder on me bequeath,
Spied angst upon faces, lady and gent,
But felt an intimate joy underneath.
I’ve walked with the destitute of our world,
Small children’s feet stained with the dirt of life,
Yet seen the sun on their faces unfurled,
As they laughed through many a starless strife.
I’ve walked to the edge of the cliff and stared,
Down at a world of ephemeral kind,
The bittersweet breeze caught me unprepared,
As greatness tickled the back of my mind.
For every man or woman’s paradise,
Lies not in front, but behind their two eyes.