Eden's sky

[Rich Brown]

Soft leather.
Breathless chants.
You cradle your bible like a dying friend.

I find you reading Genesis:
If only I could take you there.
In that garden,
I will feed you every fruit from the tree of life.
We can live forever, laughing and dancing past eternity’s gate.

Reality falls from my palm.
I stoop to pocket the universe,
just to keep one memory of you.