Wistful thinking touching Eden

on the side on a parallel path
there a mystical allure  
not an impossibility
not for them who dreams
 
there's no changes there
the tick of the clock is stilled
there nothing alive yet all live
there is a pause and a silent waiting
 
walking around in circles
ears listening for the music
that says enter now... enter
nothing, there is nothing  
 
it is an illusion the mind says
but yet how pretty if it endures
beauty  glorified in all its stillness
memories on photographs
 
the heart endures in all its wishes
within the canvas of pretty memories
embellished with time's air brush
stilled, silent but admired ...as always.