Paradise is a Breath Away

Paradise is a breath away, flaming in silence.

I’m swimming in oceanic eyes, floating upon

A heartbeat, pacing the rosegarden. My fervor

Is nigh taboo, but love is a pure entity, in all

Of its forms. I wrestle with an ancient motif. It

Has burdened the hearts of poets since the days

Of yore: I desire what I cannot possess: its

Manifestation, its mystery, its person. Esoteric

Rhythms vibrate throughout my being,

Electrifying my spirit. Such activity is the color

Of infinity. Its appearance is symbolic,

Concretized in the beliefs of humanity. A desire

Has plagued me unto disquietness. My soul is

Tethered to a war, but paradise is a breath away.