Men once worshiped sun, sky, forest,
wind, rain, moon and flood. They cried
to the mother goddess, whispered
to spring, chanted to the sea. And, yet,
our vision of love is a shadow
of true light, a tiny ache, a sad
dream of death. Drunk with urges,
we want blood and power, mad music
and diamonds, the delirious void,
when only an enormous love
will let us shine.
