Waiting For You, the Return of the Light

Written for the Winter Solstice sunrise at Avebury, Wiltshire, England I have waited for you Where no shadow seeps Deep in the earth Where the slow damp creeps Under the stones Where the sunlight sleeps I have waited for you I have listened for you In the eaglet’s cry In the echoes of rooks In the empty sky In a new born’s breath And a dead man’s sigh I have listened for you I have looked for you Where the elders grow Followed your steps Through the virgin snow Through groves of yew And mistletoe Looking for you I have watched for you By the door and the gate Risen up early And lain down late Doubted your love And cursed my fate Watching for you You said you would come You said that you will Appear as the dawn On the curve of the hill I have waited for you Through the dark, and the still You said you would come I lit you a fire I kindled a flame In the fear of the darkness I called out your name I thought I was dying And then you came You said you would come And here you are The promise of light Sweetening silence And softening night And all shall be well And be blesséd delight You said you would come © Gail Foster 21st December 2016