The Midsummer Circle Wild waves kiss the shores Calling to the night dancers With hypnotic rhythm Calling tiny shadows to the flower's magic Weaving spiders sway in dewy webs To the faint, distant music Sweet honey'd perfume fills the midsummer air As eyelids anointed with essence of rose, close Close and drift the fairies into an artful pose Of pointed toes and little hands held high Nectar from the acorn cup awaits their lips To drink the promises of spring Soon to be empty As the egg shell in an autumn nest Frantic and strange dances Form the mystic circle Building up the energies of earth Reaching the last moment of the height of summer Reaching far corners of the deep forest A warm glow rises All is hushed and still Dawn is breaking Vyolette