jackofallgeeks | (no subject)

Orchards and vinyards,
And full-breasted houris,
And a cup overflowing before me.
Why do I babble of battles,
And mountains reduced to dust?
Why do I feel these tears?

Heavens stand open
And scatter their riches;
My hands need but gather their wealth.
Why do I think of an ambush,
And poison in molten cup?
Why do I feel my years?

Love's arms beckon
With their naked delights,
And Eden's promise of ecstacies.
Why do I remember the scars,
Dream of old transgressions...
And why do I sleep with fears?

-a song from Dune