It began quite subtlety, a drop off of the Light.
Then faster, much faster, as day turned into night.
The summer breeze grew slightly chill
in the absence of the Sun.
Primordial fears teased at my brain
But there was no place I could run.
My intellect assures me that this eclipse will pass
That the darkness will be fleeting-
Light shall return at last.
Unconsciously I held my breath
as the moon’s shadow passed.
The arches here at Stonehenge
were bathed in light at last.
This eclipse was long predicted;
the place and hour known
I stand within the circle.
A privilege mine alone
The passing of the seasons
Are remarked by these stones
Our Ancestors who made this place
Millennia ago
Built it as a sacred space;
The soul’s eternal home.