By Michael French - Hampshire, England, United Kingdom - 1 March 2017
Forged in Eden, beauty cannot die
But lingers broken as a dream to trace
A riddle and rebuke, and by and by
Brings to mind that we are out of place.
Myth or memory, or holy ground
Beyond the measure of a sullied mind?
The whole is gone and parts of parts abound.
Dim the mirror, every man is blind
Save one. To see was to be crucified
Before an angel rolled the stone aside,
And morning rose on Love’s eternal plan
To set on fire the shrivelled soul of man
From the embers, beauty to conceive
Stronger than Adam, lovelier than Eve.