Long Meg - touching your stoney spirals
I am swirled by your towering magical
sculpture of timeless Goddess power -
Bowing to the grace of you
Flying in the space of you.
Playing and swaying with your daughters,
Temple dancers hon’ring our mother
who protects our sacred innocence.
Ancient cathedral for holy heathens
praising Mother Earth as she pours
her wisdom through nature's portal -
beating in more wild days
bringing back the old ways.