Openings

Openings

Beltane comes, the burning day
The time of fire, bonfires blaze
This is the one true pagan way
Burning brightly, does amaze

Come fire of justice, fire of hope
Come fire of passion, fire of love
I walk the hillside, clime the slope
And see the embers rise above

Around the Maypole, turn and turn
And dance above, and dance below
The ribbons to the pole return
The past is no more long ago

With acts of memory, enact once more
The ritual openings of a door