neon cove
I stood amidst a paradise divine,
Where every star and sun would shine,
The air was sweet with endless bloom,
Yet shadows crept within the room.
The sky was endless, calm, and blue,
But I saw only what I knew—
A painted world of fragile lies,
The truth I dared not recognize.
For in this dream, I held so tight,
A fleeting spark, a fading light,
I swore that joy was in my hand,
Yet built my castle on the sand.
The fruits I tasted turned to dust,
The gold I chased, began to rust,
For all I sought was but illusion,
A paradise of my delusion.
I thought I'd found eternal bliss,
But it was something I’d dismissed—
The truth, in front of me, was clear:
Paradise is far from here.
And so I wandered, blind and bound,
A fool deceived by hollow sound,
Until I learned, through endless strife,
That paradise is born of life.
Reality was all I missed,
Chasing dreams that don’t exist.
primal steeple
dense olive