PARADISE FOUND - Thoughts on the TITAN retreat 2018

A gridlock amidst tall Areca stems

Catching light dispersed by dawns subdued glow

Struggling past heavens misty diadems

Splashing charisma to the earth below

It braids the wind twisting its trailing hem

A vortex buffeting sleepy hollow

Pearls glistening, the sweat of nature’s gems

Draping the tears of the poets sorrow

Every drop a seed nourishing the dream

Whose fragments trampled under foot lie quiet

Intermingled with the wet virgin ground

They flow in concert, with a morning stream 

Of Waltzing water sprites with much delight

Despair scatters, Robes of Paradise Found