Something called me over to the ancient stones again
Lured by something magical that I cannot explain
Slowly I approached them as all sense of time stood still
And like a drug it held me and I had to have my fill

The stones were so commanding as the sun began to set
Casting fiery shadows that I cannot forget
And as the gentle mists began to swirl around my feet
The atmosphere was cooler and the air was fresh and sweet

The distant sound of chanting left from times that have now passed
Inviting and enticing as the spell was slowly cast
And when I find I'm standing right within the circle's core
I hear those ancient voices call more clearly than before

And as the day surrenders to the darkness of the night
The spirits stir and once again perform their ancient rite
Holding hands and chanting as they meditate their way
Underneath the starry night until the break of day

Then slowly as the sun comes up and darkness starts to fade
Bringing warmth and sunshine to this ancient English glade
It's then the spell is broken and I'm once again set free
Until the stones will once again call softly out to me.

© Catherine Turner-Joll

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