within a secret paradise
we gave our time and hearts
to further our entanglement
in duties, fits, and starts --
we touched the ceiling of the sky,
that pure-blue canopy --
so young, and so unwise,
in secret paradise.
the shadows, once an aqua-green,
gave way to dark and gray:
we thought we'd never end, for there
was always one more day --
but silence comes with separateness,
and all eyes come to see
the time is just a slice
in secret paradise.
the memory now lives on, but only
for a little while;
our paths are merely leaves we move
for all our wit, and guile --
but still, such colors as can make
a sweet day come to be
are worth the timeless price
of secret paradise.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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