Solstice Reflections
The day is short,
the night is long
We mark it simply
as another day, on
Calendars and
watches, tick off time
Second by second,
day by day
Never noticing the
turning of our sphere
For we have turned
the longest night, away
From darkness,
dreams and from our fears
Made it
resplendent with lamp and street light, this
Cycle we once knew
Day and night,
night and day
Birth and death,
death and birth
Where is our soul,
where is our place?
We’ve torn
ourselves from the earth
And now, another
long night is here
We give it a
number, give it a date
It is simply not
as it was last year
Maybe I should go
and mark the spot
Upon the horizon
where sun does rise
Note the shifting
of each rising sun, maybe
Then I would see,
I would comprehend
My place, my time,
is not marked by a line, but
By a circle, with
no beginning, and no end.
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