Roots of Paradise

Roots of Paradise
Fabrice Poussin

The scent is familiar as the first breath of every dawn

it permeates the corridor to the king’s domain

a room warm with a most recent feast.


Years come rushing back in a single moment

musty smell of the ancient wooden cabinets

aroma of the meals of eternal Sundays.


But the soul is too small for many lifetimes

trinkets left over the rows of dusty shelves

journeys to lands close and far away.


The power is invincible of this undying past

pulling in the actors of so many performances

into this space where destinies were made.


The festivities continue in the memories of all

the air is thick with visitors and guests

where they find the roots of paradise.