Sweet Eden

woke up to a streak of light through my window,

wished to smile but my horse broke its saddle,

so, without a ride or a smile,

only mockery of the forbidden,

my heart giggled and moaned,

oh Sweet Eden!



the forbidden is the sweetest,

the sweetest is the forbidden,

these echos thunder in my humble mind,

screaming rebellion,

for what lies in a tease in the bosom

of Sweet Eden!



if i blink and never see again,

flounder and gasp for air amidst rebukes,

the only sense that would carry my heart,

to the winds of pleas and peace,

to the mercies of forbidding traditions,

is a ride of our horse,

in the brink and breaches

exonerated

to Sweet Eden.