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I wrote the following piece a little while ago after reading folklore about these summer fires and the mid summers passage, trying to capture in mind what these celebrations could have felt like, To capture a little mid summers magic, and the feeling we have all most definitely had when we’ d wish for a magical summer to outstretch itself just a little longer in time.
Still Fire
Standing still we are, for this night At the turning edge of light, As honeys mead strikes, fires burn bright And all our paths blaze in golden light, Scorching for the beauty of Aine’ s brightness, Torches blaze of wheels on fire See her dancing in glowing twirls Of an everlasting evening light, She will be your friend, or your mother And spinning in circles of light Your dancing feet in mid summers height.
All the hills are alight In the beauty of glowing fires light, As all a spirals coils, have turned Wound out to her suns excess, Standing so still, on the edge of the wheel.
And all is peace is calm, as the wheel stands still On the edge of our circling suns gold, We think not too much for now, of tomorrows Of the harvest we have yet to yield, Of our men yet to return under faith and protective shield.
Ti’ s but a mid summers night dream On a glowing mid summers night eve, And in the magical quiet of a glowing suns night I hear your heart beat for the love Of a summers begins and begins to the ends, In the glowing night sky lay down Your love, for the worth of this night