Lyrics
Eden Dreaming
Here is the face of the tiger,
the agile body turning
away from fading light.
Cool golden eyes
stare dispassionately
into the heart of my fear.
A bridge appears. I cannot cross it.
The moat is full of danger, full
of something I cannot name.
A thrush sings in the twilight.
I know, for a moment,
the fullness, the ripeness,
the weight on the bough,
of the fruit that cannot be eaten.
Now - there is no body to fear.
The face of the tiger, my face, are one.
We gaze at the fruit which has fallen.
From the book Essential Radiance:
Poetry by Renée Hummel
© 2001, 2013 Dyan Renée Hummel
