The bricks that hold it together are old friends
Compassionate forgiving neighbours
The paint gives it a face
We can relate to
We can talk of memories
Home and escape
The secrets revealed untie us
Taste the apple Eve gave him
It is bitter and not ready
That snake is now discarded skin
the tree just a memory
a shadow cast across the wounded sky
Children play by the river unaware of the danger
The spectator sits in the tree with a glass to the eye
watching the serpents circling
When they are older they may drown
Let them play
innocence is precious
We look out from distant shores
Past memories connect and forgive
The drifting clouds define sunset