An Eden No More

Round the shrine of joy I went
looking for a cheery harbour,
there nary was a niche , a nook ,
a chink in its stubborn armour.
Reached the threshold , ranted , raved ,
"wouldya please open them doors
let me feel the warmth of love
 and overcome the heart that gores"
Silence...and I retrace my steps
still haunted by my fears,
my shoulders slumped , face a-wash
with the bootless bygone years.
Tonight,as she wells in my eye
a droplet will I borrow
for the taste of joy must come to one
who slowly swallows sorrow.......