He has fantasized this... this moment echoing through eternity.
He has been stranded in a harsh, in a boundless desert—
Coursing through dunes,
Through the sandstorms that tears his skin,
Bleeding him over and over again.
A mirage... a cruel and beautiful ruse the mind creates when all hope is withered.
He's wandered through illusion countless of times.
God's will crushed him late—
Crushed him agonizingly slow.
Until his bones shattered and his soul ashened.
The Heavens, in their whim,
Presents mercy—
A beautiful oasis.
A glint of hope reflecting in those eyes.
In the depths of despair,
He finds his Paradise.
He hadn't even realized how deep his yearning bore.
Not until she opened up a portal,
And ushered him into this otherworldly realm.
He stands before the door.
She refuses to remember him.
He tries—
Truly tries not to terrify her.
But the yearning soul acts before thoughts can rise.
He moves fast—
There's a loud crack inside him—
A myriad of roses scorching through him.
He no longer cares if she fears him,
He's purely drinking—
Drinking from his oasis.
The faint flame of the candle—
Appeared so life deprived to the world.
But for him it was enough,
The flicker was enough to carry on breathing.
Sparks flew as he dreamed where the fate might lead to.
The moment shall one day come,
And now it is here—
Stealing his heart away—from him to her.
Her warmth cracks and thaws the glassy frost cloaking his soul.
He feels the pleasure in the midst of winter—
Of a burning firewood left still by an angel.
Now he lies in the spring glow—
Next to his most beloved...
In a green pasture... made for eternity.