Eden Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

By nightfall did we reach,
And so begin our destination.
As though I would, at least, assume it was a stable course.
Though unsteady was the travel.
You caught me at a time,
And truth be told, there is no other way.

It was quite unlike most present happenings.

Yet something stirring where we will,
And if we may, lay down our heads to rest.
But we are not so fluid in the daytime.
And after several thousand years or so,
Of sitting on blank magazines and
Pamphlet rendered thoughts,
Those structures say:
Come back to earth, come back to feel again!

I do not think I will return.

But look! Those lucky forests sleep away,
Until they wake no more.
But that's a story for when we wake,
Or when we're fast and dead asleep.

And to pull it off without a hitch,
You might have difficult encounters.

Oh but sometimes I wish, and far too often I hope.
Yet they only travel hand in hand.
I wish I'd never held them in my own.

So despite my wavering,
I fell asleep in the midst of my dreams,
And when I woke, I slumbered on.
If only one could have such faith as strong as doubt.
I daresay immovable then.

But uncertainty keeps me, and I'm sure of nothing,
Yet tethered, as one might say, grounded.
Some flickering remnant, to be tasted.
Though you caught me at a time,
There is no other,
No other way.

I'm truly sorry, I truly am,
I did not know how much life was left.
I would've, I could've squeezed the droplets, could've
forced and shook the marrow from the bone.
He could've wrung them dry if he had known..
Sucking the last bit of soul to his lips.

Buck up, they said.
At least you have tomorrow.
At least you have today.

I do not think I will return.