Among the Ruins

There is a temple
and there are stones.

There are no bodies
but there are bones.

There are walls 
and statues 
covered in blood.

There are pottery shards
sunk in ashes and mud.

There is singing.
There is a song.

If I do not tell you
where I am,
you cannot say
I am wrong.

There is a dance
and there are dances.

There is a room
and there are rooms.

There are romances
and second chances
in a place of death
where there is no tomb.

There is a path
that you must follow.

There are things
that you must do.

If love can't help you 
find the way,
why do you expect 
poetry to?