Paradise Is

paradise is wind in my hair
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Written Feb. 26, 1992.

Paradise is
     space
          to grow
          to expand
          to soar
               like a bird
     wind
          in my hair
          in my wings
          in my sails
               pushing me along the sea
Paradise is
     the warmth
          of the sun
               caressing my skin
                    gently
     freedom to be
          anything I want
               including nothing
Paradise is
     the sweet taste
          of strawberries
               dripping redly down my ching
     the warm smell
          of musk
               and spice
                    like mulled cider
                    held carefully
                         in my hands
               as I watch
                    the fire warmly
                              blazing
Paradise is
     knowing
          that all is right
               with the world
               with you
               with me
          that I can sleep
               at night
          and wake
                    in the morning
to Paradise

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