A Swirl of Mist

                                         Extend my hand, and turn my wrist

                                              I fold you into my embrace  

                                             within a swirl of moonlit mist.

Flowing as your dress of lace,
we step and turn, a graceful dance;
I fold you into my embrace.

Your fragrance has me in a trance;
among the ancient standing stones,
we step and turn, a graceful dance.

Your charm has overturned the thrones
of gods, yet here you are tonight,
among the ancient standing stones.

Kuvat Cabbage and Roses- sivuilta ja runo by Brian Bale