Paradise Poem by James Casey

Paradise

Beautiful beaches, snow white sand
My arms outstretched, to the sky above
It beckons me, to run through them
This scene was built, by divine love

They call this place, a paradise
And in many ways, it is so true
But even the loveliest, of Gods magic
Can be disrupted, by only a mere few

There are no walls, of brick or stone
That hold, inhabitants in place
Surrounded instead, by mysterious waters
That keep this unrest held, just in case

There is wonderous beauty, within and out
Fragrant foliage, that's perfumed fresh
Strong willed minds, and headstrong men
Keeping the peace, and trying their best

They keep a sentries eye on the gate
As well as the sand in between
Us and all the evil of the ones next door
The danger that I've never seen

But still, within the dimming of any day
This paradise, will always beckon me home
The sun above it, the water in the bay
I yearn for a return, and I am not alone


Jim 1966