GO ROUND

The longest day will drive a crack-- til Jubilate windows in. 
 
Three parts that braid begin to fly-- that something singing 
 
overlapping. White roses on the fire lit. The stick once put 
 
begins to curl. A wheel is rolling sparks for ten. She feels 
 
it here-- but far away. High golden hills remind the day of 
 
St. Johnswort. One yellow cup upon each end. Asha found 
 
three little bowls. The tones are gliding through the light. 
 
Mountains can appear we wave-- and roll in dust and dark til 
 
then. Because the small ones can not stop. We find a way to 
 
circle so. We close into a fire pop. Open also leaves have 
 
room. And grow with pushes following through. We sing to leap 
 
the last of it. The nuts are gathered in a cup. The arc is 
 
scent, the curve a boat. To row and row the blinding stream. 
 
We hope to cast a shadow yet. A firm trail makes me follow up. 
 
We turn and run descend upon. To beat a beat upon the rim. A 
 
kiss in light before a name. The same few rise. Until she 
 
flew. The angel woke to be a bird. And never once the same 
 
again. The turquoise chamber turning parts. Lemon mint upon 
 
the flame. Old treasure sack. The tones do chime. And nut 
 
hats six can climb sky high. We wave wheel around the bend. 
 
Though amber changed the wending way. Sinking deep in Lion's 
 
mane. Go round she say to sign your flame. Seven stars are 
 
shining bright. The round is fine. Just out of sight. We see 
 
it dry to golden sheets. Though wet was once all flick and 
 
stain. Today will not remain again. Go round she say go 
 
round to me. And let the lifting bird come through. The 
 
gate is raised the sun can too. Go round go round. Today 
 
is different not the same. A new a new. Goodbye in waves 
 
for sinking down. Often time to see and bend. Around she 
 
say. Once more again. So ashes breathe-- Around me now.