Colours of day knelt in liquid gold

Long shadows thrown by the Sun God of old

Creep across landscape in haze and in mist

To swirl within Henge by Mystery kissed

And the Henge shadows cast as long stretching fingers

Point over the Ditches and Barrows and lingers

With the deftly drawn profile of horizon hill

To the Land beyond where is reborn men's will

The land beyond where hope is reborn

And Love's Labours found for the lost and forlorn

To recast their dreams in the refiners fire

To be raised in the East upon bird song and lyre

Raised in the East as a fresh Golden disk

A paintbrush for Landscape in fresh colours kissed

Light dance to fill up man's sickening Soul

Babel towers of children all part of the whole

Henge that's changeless in Ancient Past

Yet forever changing its face in the light

Measureless might in its substance to last

Past reflections of rebirth of hope in the night