I think it was?
Sun shining warmly, blistering naked skin; the end of July, I believe
that to be the time of year, yes I'm sure it was!
Eyes uncovered, straining to make shape of that which walked before
me on this misty spring morn.
It certainly was, I'm sure it was, eyes haven't misspoken have they?
A tall form, gathered well together, an artists landscape, never
viewed before or had it been; yes several years ago, or was it a
sleepy
day in June?
I held that work of art tightly, lovingly, oh so warmly!
That was last year, a chance encounter; no this was not by chance,
it was a lit spark, I'm sure; yes it was!
Devised, schemed, plotted, much forethought, eloquently chiseled
in stone!
I knew it to be harnessed as fire cradled in circled stones, my fire,
my created stonework, my coals, embers, my warmth!
It all comes back to me as I recall.
All of this vividly imprinted on my mind on this mid-autumn night;
yes, oh yes............... I think it was!
