Homeland

I miss ancient cathedrals on mountaintops,
all the moments I owned,
All ignorance was blessed
when youth was before me.

Guitars on tables played
spontaneous ballads of yesterday,
uniting laughter and hands
like strings I held close to me.

We sang to grass beatles and butterflies,
danced away the days,
turning streets into carnivals.
Canvasses too dry, we painted ourselves.

Easy came now easy go.
We near fall with dirt before us.
You hold my hand and touch my cheek.
We shed our skins and start off slow.