Megaliths

The stones; they loom dominantly against the night's murky sky, 

awash with a purple stain.
Such a megalith or henge is of an age gone by,
of a generation lost but yet they endure and remain

Shrouded in mystery, steeped in the undisclosed,
cloaked in legend, in ancient myths of old.
From mouth to mouth throughout the dawns of time;
their legacy, is now but a story, a riddle that shines

Oh why did our ancestors build such triumphs;
these magnificent structures of wonder and awe?
Our minds hypothesise, deliberate; search futilely
for archeological clues and aspire to learn more.

I sense a magnetic pull towards them; my spirit...
my soul commanded as if within them I do belong
Betwixt the stones, the wind moans her sweet melody
and hypnotises with a familiar, alluring song

In times of crisis I feel compelled to make pilgrimage,
so as to find some needed solace there
Their  calming, gentle energy invigorates my sense of well-being
and with me their peace they share

The sovereignty of these majestic landmarks
still evades comprehension and civilisations through time
We can only know what we observe and how beautifully they channel celestial light

Even though we have unearthed the scattered remnants of our forefathers
and their illustrious artefacts
Despite us and what we've dug, burned, plundered; these sites still stand, largely, bewilderingly intact

Perhaps we are missing the point;
they were not built for what we perceive as a practical function.
Maybe, instead, their essence remains untainted,
pure, mystical and beyond our presumption

I believe this is how it was meant to be;
so through them we can acknowledge their ethereal grace
To be inspired and enlightened by their divine reverie,
within such a spiritual and philosophical place.

© Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry

© Debbie Razey 2014