Paradise Poem by Vincent Dali

As the sun shined upon this island in the clouds
So did the eyes of a curious young girl
Her face would one day mirror that of a Geisha’s
She, the most perfectly painted portrait in Asia
When her small slanted eyes were open she was wondering
When they were closed she was dreaming
What beyond those magnificent clouds was scheming
Was it a paradise shared by God and man alike?
Or a demon’s hidden castle?
She wondered and stared at the huge, gentle, cotton like clouds
Hung like a painting against the widespread blue sky
She wondered if those people slid around on rainbows or if they could fly
This young innocent girl dreamt of seeing beyond those clouds

The sun would shine, snow would fall, and thunder would roll loud
Yet the clouds never left the young girl’s sight
At night the clouds would be lit by the moonlight
She never once stopped wondering, her mind had an obsession
When rain fell from the sky she wondered if these were their tears of confession
As the cold heavy rain drops fell upon her twirling umbrella
A powerful gust of wind snatched the umbrella and young girl along with it
Her wooden sandals splashed a floating cherry blossom from atop
a puddle, it floated gracefully onto her nose as a perfect fit
She reached the Koi fish pond bridge and a lone mushroom
basking in the warm sun told her the way to go
She peered into the pond and saw the mysterious clouds
She stood looking at the reflection wondering about Gods,
Demons, a paradise

She soon aged into a beautiful, breath taking, young Geisha not yet a wife
The young Geisha still wished to see what lied beyond those clouds
An angel admiring the young Geisha’s flawless and unspeakable beauty offered her a trade
The angel traded its wings for a kiss from the Geisha’s pampered red lips
The Geisha soared spreading her wings, moving closer to the clouds she so longed to uncover
She flew with a smile painted upon her lips
She reached the mighty clouds’ tip, and saw a huge, endless gate of blinding gold
A man stood with a large book in hand, guarding the entrance
The Geisha had looked beyond the clouds that had keep her curious for so long and found heaven
She walked toward the guardian, but was denied entry of the gate
The lovely young Geisha looked behind her to see the Grim Reaper’s stare of disgust and hate
The only way into paradise, death
Her wings were no good, only her dying breath
The Geisha was bound to soar the sky forever
She, the most beautiful, flawless, artistic Geisha to walk the land
She flew wondering and dreaming what it was like down there below the clouds in the world, in Japan