Eden’s Hall

I thought it be a dream one august dusk

Embarking home wayward to step in awe

On a bridge I took flight of stage

With awing amber eye glazed from the setting sun

There abreeze; with the gusting wind

Sailing with sparrows and swirling cottonwood spores

Above the landscape of tree lines bountiful foliage

Clocking upward behind me

A moon revealing her pail eye from the east

Below; the sound of rumbling waves

Stringed pink clouds then forming the gateway

They then slowly turned to gray

Spelled with great sound the presence of this day

Well I remember; as if I was really this dream

Perfection was nearly complete in task as free

All apprehensions I have long since staved

And that It moved me wondrously

And that it swooned; with jubilee

All these regal masterpieces

Together with surreal and mistral fashion

Enlightened the astounded visitor and passing

In one moment

In one summer’s glimpse

In Eden’s lavish hall

Mistrial