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 […]Reflections of the Summer Solstice — Sun Archer : The Pursuit of the Ancient Truth.