Sonnet, There Is A Moment

There is a moment in Eden tonight: Colors so plentiful and of the pure, Everything of passion - made to assure It's a turning soul toward the daylight; And comes to the shadows-with shades in bright All beautiful things to and fro, to allure Softly with soft touches like animal fur, Our feelings in all its loftiness and flight. These darkish hours into the unknown gone Full of clouds of drifting thoughts in pleasure River of wishes from the beating heart What's it all worth of - gold from the rising sun? As true as the rainbow's hidden treasure, Of what is this meaningful living part?