Midsummer

Midsummer

Come, break of day, come and inspire
And rise up from the earth as fire
The summer sun, an ancient art
That solstice to us gifts impart

The stars are fading high above
The druids gather here in love
To celebrate the dawning light
And opening of an inner sight

No gods are here, not face to face
And yet the wind brings with it grace
Both at the henge, and distant home
That breath of life that bids us roam

Teach us the signs of rising sun
Reflections, myths, of that great One
As distant times, there all along
The longest day, the sweetest song

Praise the Midsummer, rising slow
And listen as the wind does blow