Stone Circle

[Verse]

In sunless air, under pines
Green to the point of blackness
Some founding father set these lobed, warped stones
To loom in the leaf-filtered gloom

Flanked by the orange and fuchsia bonfire
Of azaleas, sacrosanct
These stones guard a dark repose
And keep their shapes intact while sun
Alters shadows of rose and iris

In the lit garden
And kindles a day's-end blaze
Colored to dull the pigment
Of azaleas, yet burnt out
Quick as they - to follow the light's tint
And intensity by midnight

By noon and throughout the brunt
Of various weathers is
To know the still heart of the stones:
I walk around, they hold still

Come from another age, another planet, surely

(Instrumental)