
When the Sol,
Is at its’ peak,
Its’ hidden power,
Starts to seep.
Into hearts,
And into souls,
Igniting fires,
New and old.
And like the flame,
It burns away,
Every woe,
This longest day.
(And sometimes fire,
Pierces through,
The hearts of that,
Which fetters you.)
We rise to meet,
That golden dawn,
The spinning fire,
Wheel of Kaun.
Beneath the ocean,
Tiwaz blessed,
Honoring all,
With feast and fest.
On fresh cut turf,
Good cheese and good wine,
Surrounded by stars,
And reflections of time.