Underground of Stonehenge

The red harvest moon shines deeply with its eerie light Somewhere in distant galaxies stars are burning bright The equinox is here this night The countenance of mystery enshrouds this site The wind whispers gently among ancient oaks The great mother of thought druid invokes Standing in the middle of stone circle which in nirvana night cloaks Gathering from all over the world are ancient folks As around the area field flowers bloom Underneath the Stonehenge with his ring druid opens an old tomb But this is not place of death rather for great force womb That slumbers in underground room The mirror is placed on rooms’ wall supported by two poles Through the mirror there is vortex of souls The druid is exhilarated as those spirits he consoles The last fundamental place to which vortex leads philosophy extols The Stonehenge was build in millennia past The time like shadow of it is cast Who knows how long it will last But its spirit will be alive beyond boundless time long after stones turn to dust The very meaning of life is at the base of philosophy by druid disciplined The endless self sustaining wave based on pure imagination his soul has ginned That philosophy in last fundamental place has grown beyond time and times’ limits it will rescind Mesmerizing beauty of beyond meaning of life in heavenly place is story whispering in the wind