“Eden”

I was ten years old and innocent

The day my sister shattered her cage

And blazed into the sunset

In streaks of gold and red.

Even then I had know

It would only be so long

Before her spirit followed her longing eyes

Beyond our white picket fence

And across the Euphrates river

To her wild imaging of Eden.

I asked her if she had ever beheld her garden,

And to this she responded, “No,”

But she knew that paradise awaited her

Somewhere beyond the rows of suburban houses

And the two grave sentinels

Silently guarding her tower of stone.

My sister was and artist

With a canvas nearly fresh,

Yet as of later her brow had been bent with sorrow

And her mind wrack with woes--

O! To be an artist with a blooming mind

And to have but a palette of greys!

She finally found a hue to match her passion,

So she drew her brush across her throat

And flew to Eden

In a brilliant blaze of burgundy.

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