They all came to the circle of stones
To celebrate the summer. After sunset,
The goat drums start and incite
A frenzy of hooves and horns, dancing
Snakes crawling up your spine.
A fire burns in every heart. Chants,
Screams and sighs calling him closer
And by midnight he is there smiling.
The Horned God dances with the moon.
Almost unseen... But some whispers
His many names, on many tongues.
Desires, like flames, moving endlessly.
Eyes in the dark, spirit animals and love.
The stones seem to gather all this energy
Moving in the darkness, like forever before,
Showing the faces of forgotten heroes,
Shaping green dragons, forlorn griffins,
Demons of purple and glittering pink unicorns.
A tower under the sky, made of meteorites,
Or a temple of mystery immortal and silent.
The small hours bring the first lights
Painting nightmares of old and young dreams
Even more colorful until rock is just rock
And everyone, only themselves...
The sun rises simply but miraculously,
Pouring holy fire over the horizon
And into our eyes and soul. A new day
Bringing the promises of a life's harvest.
