Rocks Late At Night

Stonehenge, upon first glance, Rocks placed so carefully, Smaller than you realize Too close to people. She seems too simple An arch here A fallen stone onto Neatly cropped grass, A clean path laid too close A rope to keep us away. How is it, in my minds eye, She seems so vast? As if I could wander Between columns, lay upon stone, Watch stars chase stars And then still have more? Lets abandon this place As should be. She cries out for neglect She longs for the moss sodden Land to reclaim her. Her purpose was to raise Our eyes to the heavens And remind us that our Feet are rooted in earth.