SUN-YA-CHI

Standing Stones in the night,
The Milky Way Streaks across the Sky,
The cross of Cygnis dominates.

A sense of contrast as the elements intersect,
So old, so very old,  So near and so far,
The ancient stones, the timeless stars, the endless cosmos.

Spica rises above a stone, the Pleidies cluster beside another.
The Plough and Cassiopiea in all their majesty,
The ancient and very distant Andromeda Galaxy.

An Erie light, mist like, encircles the stones.
They form dark silhouettes on the skyline.
A sense of presence, a sense of awe.

So humble beneath the stars,
So human standing in the stone circle.
Timeless, ageless, like finding home.

This is who I am.  
The sense of wonder is tangible.
The stones are my bones, the stars are my thoughts.