By Michael French - Hampshire, England, United Kingdom - 1 March 2017



Forged in Eden, beauty cannot die

But lingers broken as a dream to trace

A riddle and rebuke, and by and by

Brings to mind that we are out of place.

Myth or memory, or holy ground

Beyond the measure of a sullied mind?

The whole is gone and parts of parts abound.

Dim the mirror, every man is blind

Save one. To see was to be crucified

Before an angel rolled the stone aside,

And morning rose on Love’s eternal plan

To set on fire the shrivelled soul of man

From the embers, beauty to conceive

Stronger than Adam, lovelier than Eve.