This is called Eden, The garden of Eden!

Eden

(So it is):
Overhead, the marooned sky, crimson starved,
calmly dimming out to fade...
Noisy stillness in the air
piercing cries, echoes, while drifting away

On his knees, he is bowed
gasping for his last breath
blond gray sand trailed with steps
and calm sea water with purplish ripplings
posing eager waves which vanishes too soon

His gaze fixed to the ground
Utter numbness versus he,
Every ounce of his last breath,
is to resist, and not to succumb

dreaded to look back to the sky
stiff he is, eyes fixed to the ground.
Choking, slyly life's draining off
day of reckoning is it, the demise?
gathering utter courage, he returns his gaze... ... ...
may be for the last time....

(But):
The eastward horizon was crimson,
threads of rays streaming out,
along the silver line of chromatic clouds.
the span of the infinite sea gleaming out,
calm waves as if playing a duet of fantasia

He holds his breath and closes his eyes,
His heart fills with life
And he promises, he'll wait for the dawn,
he'll wait for the paradise
He'll wait for Eden of his life... ... ...

... And he waits for her... ... ... ... ...

Now a thousand times....
lying he watched this kaleidoscopic sky,
a thousand times he smiled
every-time he felt she smiled,
an infinite times he quivered,
every moment she crossed his mind

A thousand times he saw the thousandth dream
on every dream of her
and a thousandth time he tried to fly
on every birds flight she awed on...
A thousandth time his eyes sparkled
every time she blinked hers...

And he holds his breath and closes his eyes,
His heart fills with life
And he promises, he'll wait for the dawn,
And he'll wait for the paradise
He'll wait for Eden of his life... ... ...

... And he waits for her... ... ... ... ...

His senses filled-up like a rain in the desert ...
every time he reached for her
His eyes glittered with brimming tears
Every time he saw her ignorant ways
And her hair took him to the montage of cosmic clouds
Every time his hands touched hers
And his heart, would probably stop
Every time she'd laugh her captivating laughter


He saw all, but him in her eyes
And he tasted heaven in her lips
He felt the warmth of Cytherea
And her fingertips playing as if Bach's in his sensation

And she reminded him of boyhood
where everything starts but never ends
And her innocent glances
as if telling him tales of fairyland
And he would hate to see an ounce of pain
in her eyes, a wonderland of his fantasy

And he holds his breath and closes his eyes,
His heart fills with life
And he promises, he'll wait for the dawn,
And he'll wait for the paradise
He'll wait for Eden of his life... ... ...

.……… And he waits for her... ... ... ... ...


The retrospect:

They played in the gardens
where the leaves never shed
In the greens and in the reds of roses
they flitted like a gentle swift breeze

Under the bright sun... sparkling blue
He narrated her the oldies... his wonders
and watched the wonder grow in her eyes
Like the crimson growing in the dawn sky

Hands locked they walked along the bay
and walked along that maiden river
as she loved to see the sun going down
while dreaming of paradise, dreaming of the Eden......

School bag shabby, he would run to her...
Playful gestures, laughter and giggles...
boxes....... and pencils and pens...
scribblings in the slam-book...
“True love” she said, and made him read the book...
as if they promised under the moon
without words... as if they knew their minds....

And so it is! :

And now looking at the sea... seeing the ship sailing by...
times drifting away, stranded among the failing hopes...
days or night speeding through without any order...
senses numb... as if he won' feel anything....

tearing their love apart... the roaring waves...
holding on tight... in the rage of destiny....
they were lost in the immense ocean....

now.. a thousands gates guards her....
a thousand tin soldiers... parades endlessly...
but her fragrance still lingers in the air...
for him, her eyes still speaks to his.....

and he promised... he would break those....
for the tin soldiers are not of flesh and blood....
and he looked for power in her eyes...
looked for those promises made under the moon....
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And she waits... waits for his promises,
Blinklessly gazing to-wards the far east for the sun,
Holding on her heart, hard... pretending to her own world...
Endless hope... retreating to questions!

It's a fairytale so tragic
She thinks there's no prince to break the spell
she won't believe in the magic
There ain't no storybook story
There's no never-ending song
And she won’t count on a miracles
And she won’t count on miracles…

and he is runnin' through the forest
With the wolf at his heels
his king is lost at midnight
When the tower bells peal
they've got no fairytale ending
In God's hands their fate is complete

For her heart breaks... in the silence of loneliness...
for she complains... that she isn't the paradise....
for she struggles inside... making herself believe....
for she saw the deluding tempest...
like a tale so true fleeting through her eyes....

For he would drift from face to face.... with the time
for he sees another sun burning down.... down the horizon
like a silent creeping viper... he was poisoned to numbness.....
helplessness mounting like a paralyzing force.......
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but he holds his breath and closes his eyes,
His heart fills with life
And he promises, he'll wait for the dawn,
And he'll wait for the paradise
He'll wait for Eden of his life... ... ...

... And he waits for her... ... ... ... ...


but the destiny wonders....
will the paradise be there...?
And I wonder... how long he'll last....

But he waits, below the marooned sky, crimson starved,
dimmed out to fade... Noisy stillness in the air
piercing cries, echoing, while drifting away in time.....
And on he goes... ... ... ... ...

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--a.k.a. Natraz in Offline World