Come with me
to where There is Here,
the Eden we all once knew.
And no matter our errant ways
sometime so unclear for every bat,
there is indeed me and you.
Let it be this journey of breeze upon our beings
a joy and innocence of living
as if a carnival ride at the state fair
you and me and everyone here
about to get our share of cotton candy.
The only thing better is the anticipation
with you here as the air throws back our hair.
Hold my hand. Take me there.
And begins our every rivulet.
Plain goes the valley,
our home of milk and honey.
Vicissitude chases sloping hills
upward as we ascend.
The stumbling blocks toughen our feet
and soon sweet mountains
make grander the view higher the climb.
Lifts all we do deep within our headwaters,
to the widened eye.
Then even every libretto may flow,
may roll the eventual sloping road
toward home, may
roll away stone.
The spark is aloft, and see our teardrops
no longer crystalized in sorrow of snowcap,
We are souls knit with the angels
as we share the cotton candy sky.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications. His website is www.JoeBisicchia.com.