I walk in giant rings of stone-
myself, yet not myself alone.
I stand, bereft of body,
while my mind
wanders in Time’s corridors.

I see the ancient wonders wrought-
the stones are raised with power sought
from Nature, old beyond my dreams.
The priestly chanting in my ears,
I watch as monolithic beams
rise merely to the touch of hands-
floating freely in the midnight air,
they come, mind-bidden,
to their resting place.

Returning day my mind recalls:
the stones, now tumbled, lifeless lie.
Unbidden powers silently await
those who would bend them to their will.
Yet vain shall they wait,
for now is lost
the power of that bygone host.