Glastonbury Highs. Poem by Steve Caine

Glastonbury Highs.

The festival was over,
Now just forgotten fans,
scaling Glastonbury Tor,
We did it hand in hand.

We met the day before,
Lead singer of the band,
I just stood there in ore,
Until you took my hand.

Some say we are in Avalon,
In a Labyrinth of tales,
Searching for the Holy Grail,
The Goddess might unveil.

Others that we were in love,
And captured by the spell,
Lost in some mystic land,
Of times before befell.

I looked at your Tattoos,
The T shirt gave them up,
The Sun, it hit your leather boots,
As we finally reached the top.

This was too familiar,
We'd been here before,
Like two lost lovers,
from some forgotten war.

Then I remembered the words,
On the stage the day before,
I know your name! You sang,
through the screams and applause.

I didn't know what that meant,
Until we climbed the tor,
For on your shoulder in blue ink
My name was dyed with yours.

We looked into each other's eyes,
As the Horizon left the sky,
Lost in Summerfield meadows.
In our Glastonbury Highs.