The Lights of Avalon
Looking down from atop the hill
What seems like a jumbled mass of lights
But I know these strings like an old friend
Always changing, always the same
Pulses from the clubs that continue to thump on with the last of the revellers
Eking our the final moments
Desperate for the experience to never end
Searchlights still scanning the skyline
Shooting flames, burning off the last of the gas
Twinkles from the artificial tree
Rooting everything to the deepest shades of green
And the people
200,000 atoms of energy
Mostly expended
Some reserved to depart immediately to the normal life in the morning
But some still buzzing
Still partying
Still energising
Hubs of light that have pulled and pushed the atoms around for the last five days
And so they will pull again
When 200,000 atoms of energy return
To feed and feed off this special place
The bodies may be different
But the soul remains
Always changing, always the same