The village Hall gig

Enthral at the ball
The call of the wild
The witchy the spellbinding
Voice of a child
Calling in cryptic the raptures of old
The didgeridoo and guitar all were rolled
Into a rapture of dramatic worth
Colours and fairy lights
All around earth
The mirth and atoning
Both fitting and true
Impartial justice the hearts of the few
Part of the enchantment
And gratefully
The whispering forces
A voyage to afar
The great fascination
The charm and the star
The warmth of within
The worldly play
In life’s spotlight, an enchantress
Mystics might say

We sat over come by her
Whispering soul
In a quaint little hall
We joined and the role
Of casting, their sanctity spread everywhere
Her divine essence and beautiful
Hair
Her wonderful colourful heavenly form
On our sofa of choice
Were Impressively warm
Strangers perhaps wanting to be
Together in goodness and true charity
So much will so much way
So much heart on the day
A collective spell
Clearly at play.