It seemed simple, how you walked the earth, carrying his rib into your future. The Earthworks were small then; battlements, and barricades were invisible, without any thought to War. The pastures were your magic carpet, laid out, spread across miles and miles of green. In the heavens, the big guy looked down in wonder, re-making all the rules of Temptation a blue bit of Knowledge for the coming generations. The full-blown Sixties would see you free; love, in constant flux, was a cautionary tale, gathered by the wise and infirm. For one, shining moment, History became a tablet, always re-written.
A man and woman raise their heads from the pillow, and
Drink new wine. The love-birds, feather their nest.
Somewhere, in the after-Time, they are re-born;
Peaceful Night, for Clinging desire,
Some other fire
`x~William ~ 7/31/09