Age of Innocence

Scent of lilac in the evening air
Sounds of laughter from afar
Someone singing a melody
A rhythm of melancholy
And I think of then

Picking flowers in the meadow
Wading in the bubbly brooks
Chasing illusive butterflies
Smiling at bursts of colours
During drizzly days

Carving initials on tree trunks
Laughing at pretty woodpeckers
Doing their trunk-drums
Rolling on the grass
Getting all wet and dewy

Until you came my sweetness
Showering me with exquisite
Pleasure and desire
Fulfilling the vile lascivious urge
Bequeathed by Eve to her kind

Forward stop play
I stand here now alone
Looking at the devastation
You are long gone
Sowing willing furrows
And I, a worldly woman, stand
here, and mourn for innocence’s untimely death