What is a promise, a dream?
What is a hope or desire?
What is a heart’s burning flame
setting all senses
on fire?
What is the mind’s
adventure,
and which is the soul’s sweet ease?
What if the life’s sole purpose
is being caressed by
the breeze…
Do days always reach for remoteness
and dawns always shine so divine
casting far chime over moments,
driving refrain and
new rhyme?
When frowns or smiles,
or doubts
orbit each minute’s deep beats,
deeper yet heavenly rays
pierce from across
bluer seas…
Longing for further,
for warmer
yearning for promising skies,
golden triumphant tomorrows
beyond strained sinews
and eyes
Ploughing and steering
steadily
ready to fall to your knees,
holding horizons at heart
finding what
paradise is…
Previously published:
https://doarnicol.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/paradisul-ce-este-paradise-is/ https://spillwords.com/paradise-is/
This poem is also included in the collection The Blues and the Beautiful (November 2025), Amazon.com

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