From a fiery eastern horizon, rose, the golden sun: shining; Painting the dark world of shadows, with colours of early morning, Of bright flowering meadows, in a sprawling garden green, With a wild delicate rose – she was the gardens queen. Adoring the beauty of this blooming wild flower, He forgot his duty, to rise with the passing hour. With her delicate red petals, she smiled at the sun, And he cried, This is the garden I shall never shun! The birds sang and flew with joy, High in the red and gold streaked sky; While the branches of the high rising trees, Swayed to the symphony of the blowing breeze. Soaring over the sweet river - forever flowing, Silhouetted by the early sun - forever shining, Came pairs of little yellow canaries, to love and sing; For the garden was blessed, with an eternal spring. From a far off land, of storm and thunder, He came drifting, on his aimless wander. Joy in his eyes, though with pain his soul was laden; For he knew he was seeing the Garden was Eden. Down on his knees he went, with joyful tears, Blessed with a soft sunshine, he had never before seen. Far behind hed left, all his dark and lonesome years, For now he had hed found, his flowering queen. The sins and scars of his bleeding soul, Was washed away by a gentle rain. As the tiny love birds sang to the queen, All his joys and all his pain. The sun rays shimmering on the flowing stream, Twinkled in his glittering sunken eyes. In every curl of her luscious red petals, The man had found his lost paradise. Your hope, said the rose, is vicious and vile; a toxic euphoria, of the damned for a smile. For though blissful, it all may seem, this Garden, she said, is only your dream. And he woke up again, to the his troubled morbid world, In an abandoned barren land, doomed to an eternal dry and cold. With searching eyes he looked, for the queen of the lost garden, But all he found was naked trees, dying from the curse of autumn. Blessed are those that are haunted by nightmares, In the dark of the silent and lonely night. But he was the doomed, who was haunted by sweet dreams, In the brightness of the naked daylight.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 13:41:48 +0000
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