Paradise (sometimes)
In the darkness of my eyelids
lies a soft and calming vision
paradise drips liquid honey
Crafted by bees patriotic
and in the honey bathes a goddess
who moves in golden waves concentric
the sun it casts her skin with freckles
real and random ripe perfection
and as i open eyes to see
paradise lost and loss of glee
i know that i will spy again
the golden godess and feel the same
