What antiquated tongue as such
Hissed Eden's serpent to get in touch?
Angelic would probably not be true
Possibly Arabic or perhaps Hebrew
But almost certainly it wasn't Dutch

What dikes would Noah's land comprise
If these polder pros had been about
And the deluge struck fields fitted out
With some deft water controlling device?
Would we have preserved our paradise?

I may recreate the poem
That I conceived
Last night
Barely awake
But that feeling of
Blissfulness
Will not return

From the depth of your soul
I saw the Milky Way rise
Universe's blueprint
In the irises of your eyes
Spacetime unfolding
Our futures splice

However much
Overwhelming this seems
Will I ever be certain
These heavenly scenes
Are not merely mirroring
My distant dreams

Bewitching by her eyes and chest
The riddled lady came abreast
Yet the answer I did supply her
Fatally frosted my deep desire
These unfleshly lines are all that rest

It is not sorrow towards I strive
Pain and passion strike as one
We may win both or may win none
Bold the men that still contrive
To decrypt this ruthless riddle of life