Stonehenge

An amazing grace
covers a throne of bones
in the late afternoon light

in a time when
domination and
forests of eroticism
can be found in the
classifieds-

A labyrinth of cypresses-
the second backdrop to
that throne of bones-
tickles our minds

Was it sky-dancers?
Giants? Fairies?
Pananoiac delusions
ripple the bones

yet still
after all the
improvised costumes
and its
immense success

An amazing grace
(still)
covers that throne of bones
through the late afternoon light

So let us dance
as the sky-dancers danced-
let us imagine
a Mid Summer's Night-
where we are
covered in that
same amazing grace-
flooded in the late afternoon light.