The Goddess gave, as gift to me, a field of stars this evening
When twilight soaked the air with silk and indigo perfume
When, from out the grassy verge, the spheres of heaven came winking
I paused, dumbfounded in my stride to listen for the tune.
The bright pavanne wove at my knees, no higher than my shoulder
As though the stretch of heaven's reach spread out before my hand
And I, slight mortal, caught my breath to witness something older
Than any word that's spoke or heard by any tongue of man.
This shroud of stars in rustling space, this brilliant clutch of moments,
That light, upon the rising only, venerate and brief
Theirs is no future, no tomorrow, only lingering solstice
And death, with morning coming, is for them, no source of grief.
Let me from this take lesson, on this pivot of the year
Oh give me faith to focus on the road before the bend!
Let moments rise like fireflies, and treasure what is here
And leave tomorrow's bounty, or tomorrow's death till then
Summer Solstice by clue
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