Album: Picking Up the Pieces
Love used to be the ruler
From which you measured all
Love used to be the dizzying height
From which you wished to fall
Love used to be the white and gauzy apparition
Towering in your dreams
Love used to be Love used to be Love used to be the horseshoe made of iron
And always smiling up And in your arms it gathered
All manner of silky satin golden luck
Love used to be the pyramid and on top
Its eye that always sees
Love used to be Love used to be Dig a six-foot hole inside my chest
Heart like a gravestone, lay it down to rest
Goodbye, love
Amen
Love used to be a sigh like petals
Gently falling down
From the flower of my lover’s
Half open rosebud mouth
Love used to be the thirst, oh, and the quenching
The question in no need of answering
Love used to be Love used to be Love used to be hope unflinching
A dare that believed it must
Love used to be the heady, drunken feeling of Flesh heavy with lust
Love used to be a photograph of the future
Taken by one mind, four eyes could see
Love used to be Love used to be Dig a six-foot hole inside my chest
Heart like a gravestone, lay it down to rest
Goodbye, love
Amen
Love used to be a miracle
The proof that God exists
As it doubled our image
Immortality delivered by the double helix
Love used to be the bedrock you built a life upon
Into the future reaching
It used to be what woke you each day
And eased me into sleeping
Love used to be my compass
But now I’m alone and I’m adrift and I’m lost at sea
Cause love used to be Love used to be Love used to be Love used to be