There is often a wide sheet
\nof blue in the sky
\nAnd the sun comes out after rain
\nand does dry
\nWe see a few rainbows
\nand leaves falling down
\nAnd all kinds of colours
\nthe great Gais’s gown<\/p>\n
Swept on a breeze
\nso becoming she looks
\nWith her first auburn hair
\nlike you see in some books
\nwith her potentiality
\nunder the sun
\nEvolving beneath
\nour eyes as day is done<\/p>\n
Copper and bronze are two colours we see
\nBeautiful orange
\nAnd silver a key
\nTo unlock the crimsons the Reds and the hues
\nAUtumn’s in motion
\nAs are my views
\nA magickal time
\nthe end of the harvest
\nWhen the goddess will choose<\/p>\n
And she will come down to
\nAll women for she
\nComes with the power
\nand the true potency
\nThe pumpkins are swollen
\nlike sun balls they roll
\nSpread a few oak leaves
\nFor the apples have soul<\/p>\n
Sprigs of green sage
\nand some nutmeg around
\nIncense a burning
\nthe wheel turning sound
\nOrange and black candles
\nspread the altar and see
\nThe veils growing thinner
\nwhere we have to be
\nNow on the Blower
\nto ancestors past
\nSome astral projection
\nlet’s give it a blast<\/p>\n
The end of the summer
\nand Atumn is here
\nThe breezes are picking up
\nand the leaves clear
\nDappling colours
\nrich picking will
\nFly to the ground
\nin the windiest spill
\nSAmhaiwn at roll rights come folk let’s see
\nThose who past over before come and be
\nAmong us their presence the coral on fire<\/p>\n
The sandalwood filling our nostrils
\nAnd higher and higher
\nThe gingerbread men
\nPick up the apples
\nAnd just tell us when
\none day we will pass over tearful and blue
\nOne day I will open my eyes and see you
\nAgain the horizon the Styx river wide
\nJust to see your face again shows that I died<\/p>\n
And came back just to see you
\nYour long locks of hair
\nThose eyes so alluring
\nI was always aware
\nOf the darkness around me back there far away
\nWhere the skies might have been blue
\nAll through the day<\/p>\n
Happy Samhain
\nMy dearest
\nI missed you so much
\nA year on and no chores
\nI had to keep in touch
\nA great aberration
\nThis roll rights affair
\nI had to come
\nback
\nWanting you to be there<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is often a wide sheet of blue in the sky And the sun comes out after rain and does dry We see a few rainbows and leaves falling down And all kinds of colours the great Gais’s gown Swept … Continue reading