Hopes and Fears

Willow cotton on the ground
The river path gravel
Without much sound
Beside the birds who awake
And found
The glassy river reflects the ground
And trees shudder in the echo of cold
From the days long gone but still bold
Which made them strong to withhold
The coming rains from clouded folds

And animistic rites of passion
Stand hard like a hair style fashion
Upon the things that I once said
Arising from a sun soaked head

Meaning less my birth right fixed
By the fens and rows of sticks
That make up pens for men and bricks
To live within their courts of tricks

And out perform each other's trades
Sparkling in some dark charade
Of Gods and ghosts and other shades
Of all the hosts upon this stage

I see beyond the curtained wall
To the time before the fall
When Adam and Eve were quite enthralled
By the wind that cannon balled

And knocked down flat their ideas
Of each others hopes and each's fears
For before the fall they both had ears
But neither had eyes to see nor tears