The grass was high, and a grasshopper was on the wall
Sleight of hand, magick, a dream, warm days and telescope nights
A wish upon the shooting stars granted
Allowed to live, enjoy, grow, create,
To build something physical from something magickal
We were happy, we were alive
We were given permission to dream for a while
So many ups and downs, so much to do
Every moment filled with ideas
Old house, strange things to explore
hidden memories uncovered, the sealed room opened
Alleys, brick roads, and moonlit walks
The wheel turns, summer to autumn
Blue room, blue lights, the church, blacklights,
The altar, incense, candles, and christmas lights,
Samhain came as the magick grew to new heights
The black and orange streamers hanging in the doorway
that leads to another world.
It's growing colder as Yule approaches
We string lights outside and put velvet bows on the porch
We even bought a Yule log this year and you gave me new Tarot cards,
Then the cold night descended on December 31st
An unforgettable night of flames, darkness, and breaking glass,
The chill was unbearable as the ceiling and the world caved in
and the sun has not risen even though the dream vanished long ago.
(by praxedis- 23 oct 1999)
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17 Feb 2000
