“Adam”

Since the beginning, you amuse me by daylight

You’ve bestowed upon me a garden that is covered in the Earth’s warmth

The dust from your hand breaks me away

Like snow, I settle into your arms, feeling the ambush of skin that causes my senses to start a parade

The imperfection in your eyes, that align so perfectly

They align so well, yet wait…

Why haven’t I cried today?

The birds have stopped singing their hymn as the land beneath me begins to shake

No wind can be heard 

Pillars of stone and blood begin to descend at the gate

There is no more opportunity in the air

Have we not found our way?

Do miracles still happen while the moon is dreaming, sound asleep?

Can our purpose be fulfilled if these roles were reversed and I had someone else graveling at my feet?

These are the options, resting in the garden, being uprooted as we speak-

Adam, listen please…

Our moments are like the seasons

Redundant in nature, but there’s still so much beauty for us to see

Here is the story of a feared woman

Here is the truth behind the memories of Eve

Not the shadow that runs away from the light

Or the silence that some wish that I may keep

I still remember the garden 

I still remember that voice that had spoken to me