What If? Paradise
Oh poet, such beauty lies within your words
the psalms and pleas of love
such pureness we should all seek
in day and night and stars above
Your lovely words of paradise
oh how I wish that I was fit
to be among the flawless ones
with purest thoughts and undying love.
Perchance there was some mistake
and I was called, invited - just to tea,
should I wear colors, a hat or walk naked
among prestigious guests?
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
offer apologies for assuming
any likeness of angelic pose?
What if paradise is so far, far away
and will not be reached by city bus
or train -
then should I fly an exotic bird
and nap on the stars of milky way?
Should I recite my poetry or fear, my dear
that what I have written will be twice bitten
and spit out a riot of objection?
or rejoice and smile (if it is acceptable)
at the applause and make that my obsession?
Should I attend paradise alone or be escorted?
Maybe be presented in my tiara with debutant flair?
I wonder what shoes might be the best-open toe or heels,
or something comfortable for walking?
Of all my questions there is an answer that I seek -
Is paradise here in my heart
or is it in those words you speak?
