it was not that long ago

[oimizza]

there were women dressed in purple
banging on thier tamborines
hammering on cymbals

it was not that long ago
when we gathered in the valley below
I loved you more than I loved my own life
I was falling to pieces.

there was a youngman on the altar
he saw me poised above him
I saw you watch me

there were singers there were dancers
there was glittering gold
spring breaking out gradually

like a flower caught in the overgrowth.