New Eden

Despair anchors you to a confused state
where the sun has faded to myth,
where you imagine that Hell surrounds,
as though I might fail you, as though you are an island
No.

We will make our paradise, hand in hand...
blanket the ground with flowers
build a kingdom in an oasis
screaming our prayers to the skies
and the tears we've shed, and shed still,
shall fall back upon us--consoling, cool rain
to water our ambitions
as a reminder of shadows we have endured
to remind us that those dark times did not end us
nor shall they ever,

for, the fruits of life are ours to plant
and nurture, and reap;
paradise shall serve us, shall have us long before we have our last breaths
we will not wait for it, will not wish for it
it will simply come to be, and none will deny it