In the stones I stand hands raised to the sky.
Listening to the music of two thousand years.
The cold fire of the moon
Bathes me in it's light
The heartbeat of the earth
Enters the rhythm of my heart.
The warm gentle touch of the wind
Carresses my body.

I feel your love course through me
You with so many names.
WinterKing, Stagman, Jack of the Greenwood
I hear you in the cry of the owl
See you in the eyes of a fawn
Taste you in the salt of my tears
Smell your scent in my baby son's breath
Feel you in my lover's arms

I hear the music of a horse's harness
Warrior to my Maiden
I see the flash of silver and antlers
Hunter to my Mother
I see you dance between the stones
Myrddin to my Crone
Then I see the dark eyes flashing
My lover, come to take me home.

Graphic: Herne the Hunter, print by George Cruikshank, 1843 The Mansell Collection

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