When the Shadows have fallen*

Where,

when the shadows have fallen

on the last evening of innocence?

Shall we wander,

Trying to find what we have lost

an seek a margin of safety in the arms of pleasure past?

No more the easy fondling, and by forgetting, forgiving.

Too much has passed to place so silently in past remembering.

The present mind screams,

torn from the throat with eagle talons

and split upon the rock hard shore

of union that was never meant to be.

Back then before the time of the "little death"

When innocence paraded in a long white skirt

and communion with all the gods never was in question.

I am,and you were, and now we both melt into the shadows,

Fearful of the sun.