A Place of Magic, a Place of Dreams.
On a cold winter’s morning, such a beautiful day
Down through the town,I made my way
And took the old path by the river side
And watched for a while, a pair of swans glide
On waters so peaceful, so calm and serene
A balm for the soul, nature’s perfect scene
By the old stony bridge I did take a seat
And listened for a while to the soft music beneath
Giggling and gurgling and making it’s way
Singing it’s wild song by night and by day
From the wild places, rivers and streams
A place of magic, a place of dreams
While a lonely sentinel stands on a log
A heron, half hidden in early morning fog
Like an old grey fisherman, patient and still
While far in the distance on a lonely hill
A hungry fox hunts, while the hare hides and waits
Nearby an ancient yew tree guards the gates
To a field where, in silence, stands a circle of stone
The race who built this, their fate unknown
Whispers of druids and priests and magic they tell
Tales of ancient heroes and villains and warriors who fell
In a battle long forgotten
Between the Gods and mortal men
Mystery and magic haunt this place
Time outside time, a sacred space
The present and the past go hand in hand
The ancient stones like a silent witness stand
The circle of stone forms a magical ring
In the sky above, a raven takes wing
A keeper of secrets, a guardian of dreams
In this sacred place, nothing is what it seems
In the half light, shadows take form
And the gods gather before the coming storm
Spirits of water and of the rivers and lakes
Of sacred groves in deep forest glades
In this sacred place, this magical stone ring
The ancient ones gather to pray and to sing
From the hills and the valleys and villages they come
In ceremony and ritual,to the heartbeat of the drum
In this cathedral of stone, the sacred fire burns
While the wheel of time in an endless spiral turns
From birth in the east to death in the west
From order and chaos, a time of unrest
The journey of life we must make
And hard is the road and path we must take
A new day dawns, a crimson sunrise, a bleeding sky
Another day, another season, another year rolls by
In the circle of life and the wheel of time
From the cradle to the grave, the passage of time
A time to laugh and a time to weep
And the stones stand silent, their secrets they keep
In a field of half light, shadows and shades
The shadows gather around me, as the vision fades
I suddenly wake as if from a dream
Of battles and heroes, so real it did seem
And find myself back on the bridge by the river
So I sit for awhile, and give a little shiver
Then make my way home just in time for my dinner.
c.Denis Murphy 20 Sept 2015
