Paradise Paradox Poem by chris dawson

And firm upon that lofty perch

He cried amongst the gulls

seldom words would strike the waves

in raging torrent's lulls

the storm it mocked this futile act

and blew back every plea

and threatened him and beckoned him

and drew him to the sea






just like many days before

and many days to come

calm and beauty hold that place

where mortals hearts succumb

and gulls they coast the warming breeze

softly against blue skies

Oblivious of broken lives

Unmindful of demise







And so the child trod daisies light

The path along those heights

A place for conversation's dwell

A place for flying kites

A drawing point to warm the soul

'neath suns of every hue

And life goes on

And death goes on

Goodbye, farewell, adieu