As I walked, just past noon,
I felt the Hallowed Sun on my body;
Was surprised by a sudden chill in 100 degrees.
There was some pleasure in it
And I knew that I was in the garden
Of Summer’s sacred space
O, Lord of Heaven
The day I die—
Let it be the Solstice,
On the Day that lasts forever.
1 comment:
oh i cried, yes let it be so
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