To our ancestors

[George.Wright]

oh to be there, now that time has gone
live life to the purity and the beauty of a new born fawn
let your geometric eyes be dazzled, by the splendour of a misty dawn
but do not let yourself allowed to be alone
for on the foam and above the sea
the mysteries of venus on a shell were free
the chemical knowledge from the forbidden tree
did light the spark of eros be
and twined the sexes in an embrace
genetic mutations in time and space
life was vibrant and life was quick
generated from fire of the friction dry stick
and the mystic vibrations of the sex
did enable many a witch to utter a hex
deformed and no beauty, their energy in an art
related to nature, where we all got a start
in every man, there is a beast
waiting, oh waiting for his soul to release
the timely bonds and the priests of hate
do cause our life here to vibrate
and the cup never, never is stuck to the plate
lift back those bloody thorns
and mop the sweat from the brow forlorn
enter the dimensions of time and curtain torn
and always let his lightening be somewhat worn
the secrets of the energy are very pure
a pandoras box, you must be sure
and lift the latch from the gate
and see the loved one's on the hills of hate
arms outstretched and greetings be
back again, back again to the foam on the sea