More of Stone Henge and it’s aura

The flight of birds
A geometric collage
Seen on high
Over Stone Henge
Pictures
A smoke filled lullaby
A concept of creation
A Divine patterning
A snap shot of togetherness
An oracle on the wing

Reading words are everywhere
Intuition some can share
A sunrise on a frosty morn
A sunset, and perhaps a yawn
Across the bridge of sighs we see
We know that magic provides the key
The scent of pine in candlelight
A quiet place in the dead of night
Far sight. A skill some can try
Let’s leave our foot prints by and by
Write some words and let them be
Part of you sub consciously

The owl a wise soul locked into
A harbinger of life anew
Let’s postulate the premise here
The instinct of a mother deer
The Inspiration of it all
An interpretation which can fall
From where the sun was just re born
To where the raven’s voice is clear

And there beside those ancient stones
Such beauty stands a purple phase
A robe of silver lined with soul
A pentacle of gold to raise
The heartbeat of the poet
Who
gains substance from one look at you
Beyond the light beyond it all
I stand in awe I hear the call

Such elegance is far and away
The most beautiful soul I saw that day
A form of glory a witch a queen
Aradia she must have been
Noble by her classic heart
And in that moment did impart
Such magic drawn down from the sun
Her features how they truly stun
The poet, who could see and feel
Her beauty which was just so real

And from that moment and from that hour
That passion and that strength did shower
Over him, so driven he
Could only feel the likes of thee
Those eyes those lips
That soft fine skin
A solitary smile from deep within
Since then I have lain my eyes closed tight
And you have never left my sight