Walking to Paradise

In a deep and hidden part of Cornwall

is a lane

along which I am walking
 to Paradise

between the earthen banks

where brambles flourish
nettles thrive

the butterflies, bees,

little birds and fairies

reside amongst them

undisturbed.

No one lives along this way

the secrecy
 of where and what

must be retained
 at all degrees

Paradise is hard won

not easily shared

except with those

who understand

the value of mystery

confidentiality

privacy and silence.

Walking to Paradise

 I am nearly there

this air smells sweet

and sun still shines

the world seems special

in every way

birds chorus

to welcome me

to this perfect place

a cottage
named Paradise

where I find my friend.