Upon the whispers of those first days and nights,
Hushed sounds of the tales the mighty moon recites,
Each night, as if, singing through its misty silent voice,
Its lore, like a newborn stream, with our ear toys.


You and I, I know, have heard this hymn once and more,
For oft have we wondered who in blue sings, and what for,
I know, because a tear I have seen in your eyes and you in mine,
While for hours in embrace, you and I have lovingly reclined.


O' hear my words. You; my wonder, my reason, my fate,
You, with your deer eyes, who have casually opened up a gate,
Shut so tight, that within me it was, I forgot it lay,
O' hear my words. You; my heart, my mind; hear today.


Once was there a garden in the center of all space,
It was tended by Adam while its scent Eve trace,
Each dawn unto dusk in delight they would snuggle and play,
Every fruit and tree in love, each light a glorious day.


Such then the lore extends; that it moistens and weakens my heart,
But, alas, if you witness, you hear some hope lingering in part.
A dewy dark night, an angel, through the center of the garden snuck,
And pawned and played upon innocent Eve and her lost luck.


The serpent with his guile approached the fair maiden to destroy,
With a slithering ravaging tongue to plot her fall was his wretched ploy.
He won. His vow complete. He shattered the garden to its feet,
And all things sighed and sank, as Eve fell from nature's seat.


With white lips the moon has sung this lore of eons, through,
While waiting ever so patiently for the two he once knew,
For their return he has with empty fingers awaited in the sky,
While in his silent heart, singing, the hymn he has cried.


"O' my love, my surprise, hear the tale of this undivided heart,
for in our eternal curse we shall never thus part,
Even if you fall from the garden, or me, the serpent beguile,
With your soul I fall, and you, forever with mine."


Thus spake Adam and plunged afore-with into the abysmal void,
His action, his reason; his alone, not one by serpent soiled,
Alas! He knew; not even a garden filled with eternal space,
could ever have changed his heart or taken her place.


Fearlessly to be punished with the same abhorring decree,
Their souls to be eternally tortured, but their hearts to be free.
Did Adam thus accept without question a most dark destiny,
For an affection that was hers, for a love that was again never to be.


It was this song from the moon that surged through my being,
Once that you and I had lain; in one night the world we had seen,
The lore like a thousand mountains from a cloud did reveal,
Undid my lonesome heart and like a Titan made me feel.


O' how now do I define how playful chance can play its tricks,
Sometimes in zest, yet sometimes in anger; spits.
I pray, you, first flower of the garden of all space; you recognize,
That once that we have fallen, mortality is our prize.


When, to plunge with you into the abyss, I would never deny,
A chance to embrace you through eternity, I would never defy.
You, O' gentle one, O' Eve of the my hearts eternal space,
My wish is to hold your hand and walk, through, all eternal trace.


"O' true wisdom, O' illuminating surprise,
I here surrender to you in absolute reverence."