The New Sun
HEAVEN, THE CLOSEST THING TO IT/
LOVE, THE CLOSEST THING TO HEAVEN
I want nothing more than to spend my days contemplating sunlight
As it streams across the shadowed landscapes;
To gaze intently on a thousand clouds, voluminous and white,
As they float by, in an endless sky of azure.
To let sweet strains of music engulf me in a timeless, rhythmic tempest
That will seep into, and saturate my every pore -- and flow into the very core
Of my physical - being.
I want to soar on-high in my celestial sound pool; to be a "fly girl"
An on-high "high girl"
Mesmerized, hypnotized, immobilized in my sumptuous "Eden of Ethereal
I'm in love: is the reason -- which is always in season.
I want to show it, to prove it, to say it, to do it.
I'm oh so enraptured, and love's oh so sublime!
by Carol Edwards