Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Heaven


These lapses of memory
Quaint as a man living without love
Through the window the old city
Streets we held hands on
Clay wet with garden rain
New clouds like fresh flowers
Colors of a mind with hope
Pearls in the mystic sun

Desire as young as orange groves
Eyes that come in dreams
Dreams with tendrils
Kisses with hummingbirds
Quiet moonlight in your bosom
Blood running with paradise
Somethings might only come once
The future is strange

Heaven seems in the past

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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