Halogen beams bouncing energy
across the paved curb,
blindness;
from the glare
darkness;
enfolding in her arms
accepting;
a sense of belonging

The evergreens - perceiving their energy
swirling,
swaying
sparkling
as monster after monster rushes by.
Round and round they roar.
Gears crunching, motors revving.

Engines now idle, waiting for the signal.

Along the skyline
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
the old oaks.
Branches beautiful,
breathtaking in their austerity.
Energy buried
Roots nourished
Sap somnolent
waiting for the birth.

Different coloured bulbs glow
at the base of the hill.
Strung amid the foliage of the Scots Pine.
Sitting there in majesty
in the centre
in the middle of the circle.

The end of the darkness,
of intense reflection.
A birth into the physical world.
Recurring.
Music altering tempo.
The orchestra of creation.

Inexorably, the hands move on
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick
no-one, everyone
empty, full
love

The road unravels.........

Halogen beams bouncing energy
across the paved curb,
blindness;
from the glare
darkness;
enfolding in her arms
accepting;
a sense of belonging