Painted Paradise

a poem I wrote (Dec. 9) probably isn't any good but....

I will paint you a picture
a picture of how life could be
when the world is set free
from this earthly suffering
and we shall rise above
and become gods of our painted paradise
and none shall worship
and none shall kneel
and all shall bask in the sunshine of our sweet reverie
and none shall bleed in our name

And when Night comes
with her purple legion
none shall fear the deep, dark shadows
and all the demons
of childhood dream
shall lay down their heads
upon the soft, painted earth
and sleep like angels
and dream good dreams