Paradise

(Dedicated to the town of Dalhousie)

A vision intense, no words pretense,
A placid for eyes, a stunned sense.
Blue peaks through foggy eyes,
The fog breathes to mesmerize.
The sol seldom gives a hint,
Though the sod does enough.
The whites and greens melange through,
To blink your eyes is oh so tough.

A pinch full of dotted township,
Gallons full of paradise.
Creamy frostings on sloped canopies,
Clouds lined with milky white.

My soul is captive of this pearl of eye,
To free myself, I will not try.
Play along, I wish I could.
Had the world not called me home.
Home back to crowded voids,
To scattered papers, to deafened cries,
To shadowy smirks of no paradise.