Simon Diamond Cramer
Have you been here?
The ring of menhirs, giants' toes,
Pokes through the slowly rising snow,
But when the ghostly wind-chime throws
Us all back here;
Back to our first forgotten chance,
Again we dance a desperate dance
To help avoid the circumstance
That brings us here.
So take the softly thrumming stone
Bound to your hand, your mind, your bones
And link it with the constant tone
That echoes here.
Perhaps this time, we won't return,
Drawn by our curse. This time, we've learned
The proper rite: whose bones to burn
To flee from here.
And once we've danced the world's decay
We'll all be free, and dance through time.
But still, can we avoid the day
We'll feel the chill and hear the chime?
Can we resist when our hearts say,
"Have you been here?"