Where Light Will Turn Around

In ancient times, marked in Celtic clans There are stories told, and legends formed And rituals would unfold The apples were pressed, to make an ale for wassail toasts To warm the host, when snow skimmed off the wind This was when the whole world measured time This is when the light would turn around This is where the past would come undone Where a spinning earth would mark a new beginning Let's go back in time, to when it all began Take me to the breaking of new dawns There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire Scalding pagan songs as the Druids worshipped sun Reverse o' time, as ebbing is reborn A returning journey sails across the sky Deep within harsh winters steely breath Let me meditate, and join a dance among the trees I'll hide my face, a masquerade, a mask in covered straw Disguise the Mummer's call, with chants of Celtic lore Where the Yule log fire burns for twelve dark days And ashes kept, the next year blessed Weave the ivy and the holly branch once more The wreaths are made to hang upon the doors To keep all strong, against all spirits dire So when spring arrives, seeds will sprout and grow Oh, radiant sun, stretch the day, shorten night Return earth's darkness into light This is where the light will turn around This is where the past now comes undone For Debbie's contest "Winter's Holy Days" Celtic/Winter Solstice