Gods In Paradise Poem by Leah Ayliffe

It was the afterthought of a New Years party,
Bodies slowly dying off into heavy sleep
Toppling over one another, in a random arrangement of strangers.
But we, we ran out to the balcony as the sun began to rise
High and wired dancing barefoot.
Giggling as the sparklers ignite in our hands,
And the flash of a camera takes a pretty shot
Of a fantasy come alive.
Warned about the time to come,
It matters not what comes next.
There is always what comes next.
I am more in love with what came before,
And evermore adoring how we don’t stop dancing with the now.

All night people worry about thoughts that truly haunt the mind,
I try to be kind and speak words of beauty etched with the ringing truth.
Let’s forget the rest and keep moving those feet to the beat of the new year.

When summer swings in far lovelier than spring,
Singing about palm trees and an ocean glittering in the sun or moonlight
Drinking as the day is long,
Getting high to stay up past mornings most glamorous hours.
I want a taste of the tropical dream lemonade that you spoke of
Months before,
Hit me with those Spanish dreams.
Where can I find some?
Not wasting time in the music video of our lives,
Cast on television screens where too many get lost..
Remember your youth,
Paint her lips red, curl my hair, and wander down the streets hand in hand.
We are everything.
We are the God’s in the paradise of now.