Paradise,
shadows long
in the light
of a pastel morn:
shaking the sleep
from a travelers eye,
an artist palette
comes to mind.
Beautiful:
and yet
does paradise
fall aside
the travelers road
so cruel:
in the fall of dusk,
in the moonlight
hours,
souls have taken
flight.
Offending
the eyes
of a gentle being,
shame into
ones heart;
‘tis I who wrought
this tragedy:
paradise brought
undone.
Within
a paradox
shattered,
innocent bodies
lay,
open battered
bloated
dead
in the wake of
another night.
Confused
by the dazzling
light,
rolling bullbars strike;
left in a pastel
dawn,
creatures in demise;
horror betwixt
the beautiful,
human passion
paradise:
in the silence of the tomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem