In Medias Res
The world
The world was all before them
Hand in hand
Eyes forever forward
Feet entwined
With wandering steps that slow
Through Eden
Took their solitary way
The time has come
Crawling
Down paths of weeping twilight
Musing
Songs of softest silken light
Dreaming
Under ivy columns
Longing
For the broken past that was
The time has come