Patrick Fealy

(1/1/1973 / Oakland)

The Fall


O beauty fair that I can’t see
once lost beneath an apple tree
when nature caused us to run out
from paradise there round about
& placed a sword between us tway
by angel’s hand to bar the way
t’woud force my hand to put to pen
some words to win you back again
for you did first inspire me
by beauties art and nature’s glee
& turned my mount of olives here
into a place of rest my dear
how I but long to see you where
fair beauty’s light did stir the air
and lit the light of passion with
a tender laughing stolen kiss
it is not true it is not so
that I was not in love you know
within that garden locked in time
when beauty was a friend of mine

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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Loss of Friendship is like being thrown out of Paradise.

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