Bench Valentine

There's a bench behind Chartres
Where I am still sitting years later
Actually I was sitting and rising
At the same time it was like
I'd found a hidden line of force
Running down into the ground
And reaching far out into space
I felt exalted and cast down
By all the people who had come this way
The beautiful thinkers and the
Pilgrims who have lost their faith
But the one thing that holds us all together
Was holding me on that bench