Together we were wild and innocent;
Dark church hovered ghost-like
And the world waited in whispers.
We grew older and living wove us together
The gathered assembly put forth rumors
Midday and light illuminated the stained glass.
The candlesticks were made of pure gold;
As the flames shrank the shadows grew taller
Once past the threshold, reflections scattered.
Later, the wild winds extinguished
The thing we thought most important-
But no one could remember what it was.