In days of old there was a song,
a song of this other eden.
It's tune was sweet, love was it's beat,
and it's echoes, they tasted of freedom.
We sat in the dark,
the middle of night,
and dreamed of a place
that was brighter that light.
A place full of love,
justice and freedom.
We longed for this place,
for this other eden.
We dreamed of a place,
but life went on.
The eden was broken,
and then you were gone.
And though I grow old,
I know you will not.
I'll remember an eden,
that can't be forgot.
So take my hand, go far away,
away to this other eden.
We'll speak great truths, and forget just a few,
of the lies we still believe in.
Poignant and pure...a cry that goes straight to the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the poem so much, I read it backwards, and it still rang true. T.