After the Fall

Today I remembered When love was eternal When my mind could paint a picture, of you without flaw How distant it all seems A wistful dream, perhaps A time of enchantment, when love was a river to be traveled with a rising sun on its banks When music was the binding thread, woven into cloth worn by desire, as we waited for the sun to set, to create a perfect union where love was vibrant evenings we inhabited filled with color Today, yesterday, tomorrow, they're all the same I close my eyes hear a single heartbeat still feeling the rush of each storm, that came, after the fall, and the world turned to black and white