Post by Craig on Jun 12, 2005 14:33:16 GMT -1
The Summer King
Rising across the moor you dazzle me,
Strike the cool breath from my breast,
Setting this weary pilgrim’s spirit free,
Putting my worldly fears to rest.
Through the day you play with me,
Illuminating many, blinding some,
Dappling my grove’s leafy finery,
Fathering this, my soul’s wisdom.
Through day’s end you gently flow,
Showing more in the growing shadow,
Than a poor mortal should truly know,
About this world of hate and woe.
But in the depth of night’s ebon veil,
You light my sister’s silver reign,
A reminder that you will not fail,
To return and guide me again.
So I sing to you my summer king,
As a pilgrim at your great hall’s door,
Shine upon my thrice-sacred ring,
And let my spirit soar.
Solstice blessings,
Craig /|\
Rising across the moor you dazzle me,
Strike the cool breath from my breast,
Setting this weary pilgrim’s spirit free,
Putting my worldly fears to rest.
Through the day you play with me,
Illuminating many, blinding some,
Dappling my grove’s leafy finery,
Fathering this, my soul’s wisdom.
Through day’s end you gently flow,
Showing more in the growing shadow,
Than a poor mortal should truly know,
About this world of hate and woe.
But in the depth of night’s ebon veil,
You light my sister’s silver reign,
A reminder that you will not fail,
To return and guide me again.
So I sing to you my summer king,
As a pilgrim at your great hall’s door,
Shine upon my thrice-sacred ring,
And let my spirit soar.
Solstice blessings,
Craig /|\