Solstice

Up on Coombe Hill
Where the sky is creation
Itself light and cloud
Are the players
on high
A warm breeze like soft music
Ripples around us
Mingled with our breath
No word of a lie

It would be no different
From way back in history
Man of the Neolithic persuasion
Would share
What we are watching no nothing has changed
The magic of evening
With all the aware

Hearts beating in unison
Souls from the past
Rising like spirits
Sensations are cast
Out with the sky lights
Angelically we
Witness the sky forms
Exponentially