The Stones
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The
stones stand frozen in the still cold air. |
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They await our joining with the star bright flares.
The summer comes, rushing onward towards the beltain fires To bring the stag down to claim our desires. With the moon bright rush our destiny fullfilled, the stones ever waiting our everlasting fire. | |
Over Time & Space
Over time and space we travel
Do we meet over, do I see thee
The passage of time together not knowing
But knowing thee.
The lady, the lord
Over time and space together, forever
A ring of stones to draw us,
A circle of chalk we see
You return thither I return to thee
To the house of arches,
for all eternity.
all of the above © 2000 Brian Harkins