A never ending story.

A never ending story.

In the Garden of Eden
A fresh pure maiden,
sitting near something
looking at nothing.
thinking of him,
and wondering about
HIM.
and HIS Whim.
Whim, which created.

In the Garden of Eden
A fresh pure maiden.
Sitting on a bank
to say thanks
thinking of him
him the creation.
Also of HIM
HIM the creator
How loving
How exciting.

In the Garden of Eden
A fresh pure maiden.
Sitting on high level
Looking at the marvel
Marvel the man.
Upright and calm.
Walking tall,
Never to fall.

In the Garden of Eden
A fresh pure maiden.
Hovering around him
and forgetting HIM
worrying
Will he always be there?
In and out,
everywhere.
What will happen?
If he is ever taken
promise broken
No…
She must make him
her very own
no matter
if they have to go down
to make a new start
never to be apart.

In the garden of Eden
A fresh pure maiden.
Sitting under a tree,
tree of life
shadow of strife
full of fruits
of bitter roots
Of temptations
new sensations
Has to take sides
She decides.

In the garden of Eden
Father of all men
Sitting on low ground
Her around.
Playing with a pebble
about to rebel
remembering
and forgetting
was it a command?
Law of the land.
Who is important?
She or HIM
how confusing,
She is insisting
something in him
moved,
it proved,
listen to the heart
and let it start
A never-ending story
Oh,  yes
In the end
….so sorry.

By;-
Rahbar.