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To Love Again

Once there were no temple pillars

spired domes or parapets

Once there were no gothic arches

frescoed walls or leaded glass

 

Oak and ash and alder bowers

walled our sky-roof, moon and starlit

as we danced the dew soaked carpets

of the heather and the grass

 

Once there was no savage chanting

echoing through stone cold rooms

no priest's or teacher's perverse mumblings

rasping through some marble tomb

 

Once we ran 'til we were panting

after steps of bride and groom

and found them strewn in human tumblings

womb to mouth and mouth to womb

 

Once the forest framed our being

pictured in our moon glazed skin

and we fell to loving just like seeing

and always grew to love again