To Paradise I Fly

In days gone by,

the days of fleeting youth,

love seemed like a glittering diamond,

to be had like a precious jewel,

to be treasured if it was true,

but most often love was here and gone

and it seemed an elusive dream.

Like a butterfly that is captured,

it sits upon the hand but for a moment

and then it flies away to the skies,

never to return.

When at last precious love is found

and life takes on meaning,

with love, it is like,

to paradise, I fly

and my thoughts fill –

with the most wonderful things.

Life is never the same anymore,

with true love that lasts till the end of time,

to paradise, my heart flies

and it seems to be singing like a lark,

knowing that love is here

and it is going to stay,

everyday cherishing love’s precious moments,

with my thoughts and feelings –

to paradise, I fly.

But even paradise has its seasons,

they take what they can,

from youth and the morning dew.

Two hands hold on tight,

through the path of life,

but go through the gold to the white.

It isn’t right,

that one day one gets left behind,

the other’s soul to fly,

never any reason why,

but true love never dies,

so day by day while alone I stray,

golden memories sparkle and shine,

along with them –

to paradise I fly, knowing someday, you’ll be waiting on the other side.


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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

6 thoughts on “To Paradise I Fly

  • February 16, 2020 at 10:58 PM

    Such a beautiful poem, Rasma. Your heart and soul is expressed in loving phrases. Many blessings to you. Take care dear friend.

    • February 17, 2020 at 2:42 PM

      Thank you, Phyllis. I hope the new week is off to a great start for you.

    • February 22, 2020 at 10:35 AM

      Thank you, Jamie the memories are always the best when that is all that is left


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