East of Eden

I don’t dare to dream of heaven,
Nor descend the clouds by seven.
But I keep dreaming ardently,
That soon I’ll reach serenity.

I dare not seek of Eden’s place,
When somewhere else is in my pace.
Perhaps to the loving east sea,
Or a place where I am free.

I could go east of Eden,
A place that shows no burden.
It’s also somewhere near,
The palace of my tears.

Between Eden and the sky,
A bit east of Eden’s high,
The haven proves itself a home,
East of Eden here I come.