Where

Where,

When the shadows have fallen

On the last evening of innocence?

Shall we wander

trying to find what we have lost

seeking margins of safety

in the arms of pleasure

past?

No more easy fondling

And by forgetting, forgiving?

Too much has passed to place so silently

In past remembering. The present mind screams;

Torn with eagle talons from the throat

An spit upon the rock hard  shores of union

That was never meant to be.

Back then to the time before the little death

When innocence paraded in a long white skirt

And communion with the all the gods

Was never in question

I was

You were

Now we both melt back into the shadows

Fearful of the sun.