Love is in the Air

Love is in the air
The sweet smell
The ringing of church bells
All the maidens look so fair

Love is in the air
The feelings everywhere
All the people start to care
All the people start to share

Love is the air
The turtle doves sitting in the tree
Looking out at all of those other birds and bees
A never ending stare

Love is in the air
That fragrant kiss
From your lover standing there
Makes your heart beat miss

What a place this world would be
If anybody, anywhere could see
About better off our would would fair
If there was always love in the air.


How like a child
to know that being free
to taste the wind,
is the unbidden source of art,
of what life means,
that joy is there.

How fair,
a thousand wheels
above the earth
that sing upon the hills,
that gifted from the air,
relay its strength and redirect
its power.

How much of truth
that trees may breathe again,
that fish may frolic in the ripples
that the stones create
in flashing mountain streams,
that caribou will graze upon a plain
though far away, still undefiled.


How deep the melancholy of the earth
to learn the incarnation went awry
and it was man who rose up from the sod,
a metamorph,
a true sardonic sire,
a saint evolved in irony,
an avaricious god.