Dedicated to all unspoken thoughts, to all memories from times almost unreal, to all kisses that lasted a minute of pure forever. To you, please know, there’s always enough sand, moonlight and waves to see us together again. I know!
East of Eden
East of Eden sleeps my strength,
melodies elude chaos of cold waves.
Moments written in sand
are now hazed with dust from hell.
Long gone, but never absent,
whirls in pure forever and you,
breaths confused with faint illusions,
heaven once held my smile.
Drifting hearts seduced on paper,
Latin letters often bewildered, wishes made
out of agony, East of Eden is not for me,
I follow the stars to Shangri-la with you.
Shangri-la according to Wikipedia is a mystical, harmonious valley, gently guided from a lamasery, enclosed in the western end of the Kunlun Mountains. Shangri-La has become synonymous with any earthly paradise but particularly a mythical Himalayan utopia — a permanently happy land, isolated from the outside world. In the novel Lost Horizon, the people who live at Shangri-La are almost immortal, living years beyond the normal lifespan and only very slowly aging in appearance. The word also evokes the imagery of exoticism of the Orient.
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