Old Days, New Days
We never left.
Coiled in silence, wrapped in patience,
shrouded in wisdom we spiral-laid ourselves around the hills and tors
...waiting
Cloaked in watchfulness - untouched by boastful
stride and zealous rage
we laughed within our barrow mounds
while you, so filled with ignorance and
fear,
pronounced us dead and driven from the
land.
...abiding
We were always there.
Bathed in moonlight, basking on sun-warmed
stones
sliding through fern, leaf and herb
whispering the truth to listening ears
...remaining
Our names and forms were everywhere a secret
jest
Carved upon the land,
entwined about the very pillars of their
temples
Touched, caressed and known by countless
hands
Whose hearts and souls were ever free -
bathed in wise-blood
...remembering
Wheel, and cross and standing stone - mark
ancient memories of truth
And we, revealed again at last and reveling--
tracing serpentine paths beneath your feet
Rise from the caves and call our children to the spiral dance of hilltop,
shore, and grove
...rejoicing
For we never left.
