A Summers Day In Stolen Eden

--------------------------------------------------- I lay there, Basking in shards from the celestial solstice. Salt diamonds fall from my frown lines, And the waxed blades of the lacerating glade, Imprint their midribs on to my pallid flesh. Fragrant dew mellifluently lifts, Arousing my senses with the stagnant manure. I spit water in the shards of light, And diamonds fell like nebulae, Watched by the opaque eye, On the dusted wing of an Admiral Butterfly. Pollen flies like Icarus, As fairies sneeze from their parachuting seeds, I feel God is with us. Feisty hornets, Circle ice cream cornets, Discarded by my hyperactive child, Whose fascination with buttercups, Drives her imagination wild. Sometimes you have to trespass, And forgive those you have trespassed against. For I do not follow the footpath, I follow the path of the grazing deer, Losing myself to find myself here, On a summers day in stolen Eden. ======================================================= :::Dedicated to Dark Angel whom I believe is misunderstood by most and who I believe is a great poet and a lovely fellow whose work I hold truly dear:::