Not Yet Dead In Paradise

Not Yet Dead In Paradise
© Surazeus
2018 10 03

Imagine voices sing in harmony
when we hold hands in circle by the lake
as sunset blazes blood across the sky
since the men may kill us all before dawn.

How far we walked across the empty world,
escaping gang of killers with sharp spears
who burned our homes we built with bleeding hands
so they could eat the apples of our trees.

My mother said she walked from distant hills
when she met my father by the star lake
so I lead weeping people to those hills,
singing as we walk among silent trees.

The beauty of spring still glows in our hearts
though leaves fall swirling in the chilly wind
for each one carries apples in their bag
that we picked as we fled the men with spears.

I find the vale where my mother was born
and set her smiling skull on the white rock
by the waterfall in the sun-bright grove
as we hold hands and sing in harmony.

We plant our apples in moist pungent soil
to bury our hearts in the strange new land
so we grow roots in the safe secret vale
as we build new homes by the flowing stream.

Though we lost our garden of paradise
to invaders who drove us from our home
then wandered lost in hostile wilderness
we build new garden in our secret vale.

Imagine voices sing in harmony
when we hold hands in circle by the stream
where dawn sun gleams through blooming apple trees
since we are not yet dead in paradise.