On a cool spring evening, my soul fell still,
I listened closely to my heart’s insight,
Embracing the past upon Windmill Hill.

A fifteen year dream held within, until
I shattered its ash in fading sunlight.
On a cool spring evening, my soul fell still.

I stood by a bowl mound, relished the thrill
Of promise, felt my heart spark and ignite,
Embracing the past upon Windmill Hill.

I drank in marks on the land, took my fill
Of aged work. Here, past and present unite.
On a cool spring evening, my soul fell still.

They built it with purpose, focus and skill
I felt the echoes of their long dead might
Embracing the past upon Windmill Hill.

Enthralled and numb to encroaching night’s chill,
Bound up, willing captive to mind’s delight.
On a cool spring evening, my soul fell still,
Embracing the past upon Windmill Hill.