The gardens of Aradia

In the gardens of Aradia
where nymphs and shepherds ply
where dragons and sweet damsels
provide the breeze so I
along with my dear witch
can test the thermals
with such ease
flying quietly and lovingly
through aromatic trees

In the garden of Aradia
the sweetest flowers do grow
Ylang Ylang my favourite scent
the one I do love so
so heady so delicious
so full of sweet desire
my lady loves to rub it
in her hair and raise
my fire

her fringe is something special
her hair is woven sheen
a kaleidoscope of loveliness
that there has never been
or can be ever for with her
my dear old heart it sings
we ride our sacred hazel brooms
and feel the love that brings

her eyes how they do dazzle
artistic splendours she
like iridescent swallowtails
with gold aura’s like the bee
eyes that smile so beautifully
to sounds of choral cream
such auditory splendour
that just come from a stream

of consciousness and purity
of everything profound
she rides over Aradia
and people on the ground
look up at her and wave their wands
as gently she does fly
Aradia made beautiful
by the goddess in the sky

for me I am in heaven
that the goddess thinks of me
as a partner on our broomsticks
as we both sail peacefully
Over dear Aradia
where nymphs and shepherds ply
where all the world is beautiful
and where with my witch I fly

eternally, so grateful
that she dear Hecate
an isis bright and beautiful
should share this world with me
she is my flowering spirit
she is the most divine
no other have I held more deeply
and she my dear lifeline

into those much deeper worlds
that really ever were
in the moment is where she
tells me we must live our lives
and truthfully now be
great focus is her strong point
and she’s passed all this to me

I love her
as I have never
loved anyone before
she is my greatest teacher
and will be for evermore
my darling girl, my rock
the pyramid I climb
Hecate the Isis
my eternal paradigm