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Ah, once I lived my life in every breath,

I gave my first love to a unicorn

and rode the shadows on the edge of death

and pierced my heart with his enchanted horn.

I saw the mountains soar ice-white, cloud-tall,

and moonfoam on an endless waterfall,

and felt the petals of my flesh unfold,

and mountains, waterfalls and heartbeats rolled

down long blue valleys to a distant sea.

Oh Lord, even the pain was dear to me,

if Lord there be.

And now my life is filled with little things,

little moments crowding little days,

my thought has shackles where it once had wings

and narrow vistas overstretch my gaze,

and daily work, and daily growing care

trundle me down the road to God-knows-where

if God is there.

I fear the hour when the world turns grey

and in the hollow midnight try to pray;

mountains and waterfalls have flowed away

leaving leaving me nothing much to say,

nothing but questions, till my thought runs dry—

I ask and ask, but never hear reply:

Is there a dream to set my spirit free?

In all the dead void of eternity

is there a God—and Love—and Phantasy—

or only me?

Is there Another, Lord, or can there be

no God but me?