Projections Poem by Barry Middleton

much less than heaven I adore
but I do crave eternal life
escaping every pain and strife

and so I wander in the past
beneath a primal constellation
as stars conceal a mute salvation

there I project parental lords
begging grace and just rewards
to save me from mortality

and since I am a father too
so they must love as fathers do
and thus desire to grant my wish

my fantasy's eternal bliss
fulfilled by love and hope withal
the garden I almost recall

and yet I know this is a dream
for no projection can redeem
the grief the serpent and the fall