innocence regained

with youthful
eyes unclouded
in worldly
cataracts of
time and
waste, she
gazed into
the eyes of
bleeding dawns
where innocence
lay --
shredded
embalmed.

she wept
at loss and
knowledge
found as

tears

ran

down

and cleared
the way --
somewhat.
that cost we
pay, so dear
comes with
the price
of eden lost
and yet
regained.

© eleanor clark
12 february 2013