Callanish II

Crouched at their core I talked to the wind 
desperate to hear them answer me -
touched my fingers gently against them,
gazed at their queer symmetry

wanting to be a part of their time, 
find the wisdom long lost, 
re-trace our errors, learn from the past,
resurrect the ancient ghost. 

But they stood firm and warm ignoring me, 
with purpose perfectly poised.
I left when I saw the profane arrive
and the silence churned with noise

and though I felt no speech had begun
they must have spoken to me -
I left with a feeling of well-being, 
I left with an energy.

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