Aradia autumnal

The park bench
And the sorcery
Spellbinding the illusion
There of everything I now can see

Mumbo jumbo could be that
Wonder worker
Where we are at

Autumn the grandmother
Fascinated she reconciles
The colours come
The colours stay
The leaves of life fall
And they play

Our eyes are enchanted one by one
Golden applause under the sun

Rich red ochres
Swirling through
A shamanistic spell
Or two

The old park bench
And no one there
Perhaps a witch with jet black hair
The supernatural roots of gold
An enormous carpet
Drenched and sold

On the light so pastoral
An english scene
The order all of the routine
A swish of fire
The old bell tower
Once it chimed
Across each hour

Now the solace of this place
Where onceThe robins use to chase
Moonbeams in the drench of night
To a paradise thats forever bright

A road runs through
This avid scene
Spattered leafy warm hued a being

A maiden maybe
Her sable hair
Her face of porcelain
I now share
Her smile sweet goddess
Aradia she
Is everything in the world
To me