Nevermore Eden

Midnight, and the pockmarked moon
glowers its wrathful eyes across the
great, fallen land.
The tree that once bore its golden fruit
has shaken  - and April is cruel
with all the fantasies dried

I remember time's expansion,
and the coiling maze of the brain
But now the sun has perished
its dominance to fate
Here's the arid grave of paradise,
the deathly place of despair

Glorious regions, supreme with faith
touched gracefully by nature's eyes,
eyes that spilled all the great hues
Eyes that shed design upon life's valley
Which is better, Heaven or Earth
upon the great immortal dominion

And to this great infinity came great misery
with nakedness marked with blame
and sin became a prison instead
to bind the phantoms to treason
and turn the spirits into dusty flakes!

And so came the sacrifice, to escape
the rapture of the summer's day
because my soul is unworthy
of the garden and the god
The flowers feel first the sad riches
stolen by the storm

There is no more sea the voice screams
go home, go home, go home, go home, go home
to the dust in which you came
after a hundred years.  Fall into motionless peace,
dissolve into the memory
after the sun goes down

Ourselves we fall through derision
Light's paradise was stolen by earthly play
and through the tree of winter, fate
became a single memory
and so here is the wicked wasteland
and so here is the transition of east to west

Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, nevermore