For Eve

Upon an earth ere dawn of time

I walked among primordial grove.

Along with hill and tree divine,

I bore the face of a true love.

Now torn asunder – torn apart;

This lonely frame is doomed to roam.

As painful songs still pierce this heart -

of she who glows with light of home.

The eyes with which she looks to me

pierce the veil that shades my mind.

I only know that I have seen

something there in some past time.

Some long-lost magic dwells therein,

that stabs me with a memory.

A blade of recollection’s sting

that opens old wounds now to bleed.