(Glastonbury Tor) 

The February morn' was crisp and clear,

        as we rose to meet the Tor.

Enchanted by it's majestic vision,

         as others had been before.

 

Spiral steps led onward to

          this ancient worship place,

Where wonderment and history

           had left it's mystic trace.

 

The rising dew caressed our souls

            in our ascent toward the crown.

Silent battles whispered songs

            'though beauty drenched their sound.

 

As we reached the top together,

            the sun began to rise.

And 'though we didn't know it,

             a message was inscribed.

 

Together we sat in harmony,

             entwined in each others arms.

Encompassed by Glastonbury magic,

              as it weaved it's magical charm.

 

A little bit of heaven,

              blessed our souls that day.

A little bit of heaven,

              had something eternal to say.....

                                

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