Solstice Morning
By:  Tamarra James and Menya Wolfe

Standing enfolded by thy holy gaze,
Solstice Morning,
My body the pyre, my soul the blaze,
Solstice Morning.

Thy touch is fulfilment of all my desires,
Solstice Morning,
The song draws my feet to the dance of thy fire,
Solstice Morning.

Flame is my garment, the sun is my crown,
Dawn is the bed where I draw my love down,
Apollo embraces the hearth of my soul,
Sweet nectar he's drinking and I am a bowl.

Golden the path on the lake he walks down,
Solstice Morning,
Amber his eyes where a lover may drown,
Solstice Morning.

High on the wind he is calling my name,
Solstice Morning,
And deep in my heart there is kindled a flame,
Solstice Morning.

Flame is my garment, the sun is my crown,
Dawn is the bed where I draw my love down,
Apollo embraces the hearth of my soul,
Sweet nectar he's drinking and I am a bowl.

Imagine the world if my Lord did not rise,
Solstice Morning,
No light and no colour, the bird never flies,
Solstice Morning.

Our love light's the essence of our lantern's flame,
Solstice Morning,
In the darkness we called, with the dawn's light he came,
Solstice Morning.

Flame is my garment, the sun is my crown,
Dawn is the bed where I draw my love down,
Apollo embraces the hearth of my soul,
Sweet nectar he's drinking and I am a bowl.