Autumn's brilliant moon arises, lights a sombre sky,
On Hallows Eve, while veiled spirits conjure ghosts,
Listen! Rustling leaves, just beyond the garden nigh,
Where wilting flowers fade to brown, amongst their loamy hosts.

October's ego spent, released as coloured leaves,
Jupiter relents, hailing Venus with her haloed gleam,
Afield red fox yips, midst forgotten mold'ring sheaves,
While warrior Mars repents, regrets it's turgid stream.

All Hallows Eve! When phantoms walk the earth,
Mark this time, resolving sin, beyond the border line,
Spectres, adorned in cosmic white, belie their spatial worth,
As man reflects upon that spell, ghosts echo what is thine.

Magic! Mystic charms abound in dead of night,
Charge electric atmosphere, invoked by witches three,
Incantations spoken now, summon forth a demon's might,
Enchanted moonbeams caress the ambience, next to the hanging tree.

Birth and death tussle now, each strive to win the struggle,
Exultant life rebirthing now, commits to clinch the same,
Rejoicing death ravages the way, for each and every muggle,
Lest forthright Angels round the bend, staging heaven's game.

Now as the haunted hours wane, as Autumn stems it's gold,
Far beyond that garden gate, where bent flowers wither still,
From dark woods Owl recites the names, of lost souls wand'ring cold,
Witches dance round flick'ring flames, high upon iconic hill.

So on this night, this Hallows Eve, remain safely on your path,
Where righteousness and virtue, aren't blinded by the night,
So witches, demons or the devil, can't harm you with their wrath,
Behold! A glowing moon far past the garden gate, girdled by a pious light.

Waking I stare into a myriad of mirrored lights,
Watching a chameleon rearrange it's tone and shade,
Reflecting how the tiger has changed it's stripes,
Marveling as moments make rainbow beams dim and fade.

Reaching for that lost moment when all seemed bright,
Hoping with my broken being that some thing mends my heart,
Searching as the quartered moon resolves it's shining light,
Desiring while the distant stars keep secrets with their art.

Dreams that ride a painted horse,
Muse directs that hallowed play,
Visions that paint that sacred course,
Spirit points us to that blessed way.

All that sin I see and bear,
All that joy which seems so far,
All that love that isn't there,
All those secrets that veil each scar.

Wand'ring in that dreaming place,
Rambling as the sacred moon divines,
Drifting in that time and space,
Floating free o'er those guarded lines.

With this nocturne I bow and pray,
That mirrored image which I see,
With nature's blessing I stand and say,
Is nothing less than you and me.

Step after step, drifting closer to that cliff edge,
Nearer that precipice, bordering that primal ledge,
Some take flight, others plummet, stumble and fall,
With that sense, ethereal passage is but a spectral call.

If Angels live, so Archangels verily award,
If prayers are answered, with just reward,
Perhaps that rift, which looms ahead,
Shall be bridged by love, when grace is said.

If demons cling, if we don't resist,
Surely we'll succumb, love won't exist,
If evil draws us nearer to that brink,
Surely heart will die, mind cease to think.

Bound mortal, tread with cautious care,
Look to the fore, to do and dare,
Temptation rings and calls one's name,
Entrapping spirit, thus lose the game.

What behemoth hath joy conjured?
What leviathan hath love injured?
What spatial quest has thought merged?
Abreast of chasm, embellished void, so rigid, turgid.

Cold winds push me nearer, toward the rim,
Calloused hearts goad me onward, whence the clouded view is grim,
Peering o'er that imperiled canyon, I  ponder, wonder then,
Shall love and joy  atone, not if or how, but simply when?

Yearn to glimpse Heaven's gate, though joyful love seems awfully bent,
Far across that fissured rent, I hope to see what Heaven sent,
Faith is forged, Soul's trust is gauged, love's credence spent,
Upon that sacred heart, as prayers are spoken and dreams are dreamt.

Still storm clouds impede every view of Heaven's gate,
Lightning strikes that barren rim, as Angels tend to glories fate,
Impelled by God, assist man's languid case, in that grievous state,
To span the void with that rescue vow, so death be fed and sated now .

Kneeling, on the edge, fire burns within my heart,
Flaming questions, such earthly baggage, keeping love apart,
Accepting the All, granting wings and flight to mortal man,
Envelope time, so that birth and death remain within God's plan.

Rising, statuesque, by that tragic fold and hollow,
Desiring wings to grow, wishing precious flight to follow,
As sense and sensibility diminish, as Soul is tempered with that nature,
Release is found, within the bounds of that Holy stature.

God willing, across the void, with karmic touting,
Beginning new, death's ambrosia served, a chorus shouting,
Like the Phoenix musing,  radiant light be guiding,
Into Heaven's realm, with Sacred truth abiding.

So relentless death doth purge then sow,
E'en while perilous life be all we know,
Yet love and joy resist that bent,
Divine Power hath Creation sent.

To cross that void,
To span that chasm,
To enter Heaven joyed,
Free of every earthly phasm.

Unemcumbered, I slept and slumbered,
Took my leave from sunlight's blazing rife,
Lingered where dreams are dreamt and numbered,
Shook that norm, removed the shake and strife of daily life.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of truth and pure,
In my quest for wisdom, seeking every wayward star,
Discovered youth's fountain, manifesting every cure,
Into the wild I journeyed, from nearly here, to very far.

Misty dreams, rose drifting, likewise wafting,
Still, as I soaked my soul, in that steaming bath,
Across a splendid universe, beyond creation's drafting,
Up that blessed valley, down that sacred path.

Dreaming legend, conjuring myth,
Into that clouded mist I tread,
My mind met soul, my core, life's very pith,
Into that varied vision, where muse is bred.

Transiting down this path, I stopped to rest,
What had I found? Was it wisdom's source?
Did Angels guide me in this hallowed quest?
Had God revealed wisdom's divine course?

Far into night I traveled time,
Past moonlit streams, gleaming silver shine,
Through corridors of golden verse and rhyme,
Along with heartfelt hope, I held as mine.

Once the feral sun had waked and risen,
Fading galaxies somberly took their leave,
Forthwith the dream had raised it's mizzen,
Sailing past the threshold's rainbow sheave.

A port, upon some distant shore,
A tide, that ebbs and moans with lore,
A gate, where demons hold the fore,
A dream where muse is rent and more.

Beyond that blue horizon, brilliant stars are born,
Faith and light, mixed with every pastel rainbow hue,
While Angels dream each dawn and morn,
Where life is blessed, and soul is too.

Intention, where death is overcome,
Invocation, suffused with sacred Kundalini spell,
Invention, whence life bears Heaven's son,
Incarnation, infused with joy, so love might dwell. 

Along that sacred path I walked,
Abreast a stream of dreaming thought,
Abridged by time as daylight balked,
Abiding twilight, akin that starry place I sought.

Speaking verse, in some ancient tongue,
Seeking truth, I closed my weary eyes,
Wresting passage, from truths unsung,
Seizing conscience, midst many lies.

Aside the dark, that moans forlorn,
Against the wind, where time is shorn,
Adjoined by pure, and Heaven's horn,
I glimpsed that realm, where light is born.

From that ghastly trench,
whence the dead ne'er rose again,
far beyond that nauseating stench,
beyond wars grisly bane,
1918 left writhing grief alone,
thence a world that must atone,
for hateful sins that ministers and kings derived,
for young lives lost,
at such a dreadful cost,
for so much life deprived,
yet with nature's zephyr comes another terrible human moan,
as war once again rears it's fearsome head,
void of love and joy, instead,
another trench where death concocts it's home,
where shattered lives fall in pieces,
more souls lost and set adrift,
as ministers and kings cultivate yet another rift.

If love e'er knocks upon this hovel door,
If love e'er dare call the name that I adore,
a warriors heart will meet the game,
with poignant arrows I'll surely pierce the same.
Still, within this harried soul,
love's plague hath marked my varied being,
void of crystal clear or fame.
Quiescent, errant love, so marred,
lives on, yet distant, so afar,  
love somehow breathes life,
love's honour, sharpened like a knife,
errant love, miscreant love, remains the same.

This wounded heart of mine,
In time, I hoped it would heal,
Yet years go by, still it's not fine,
Still ragged wounds are what I feel.

So many tears, beyond the waterfall,
My broken heart, lies in pieces, it's true,
Drowning in my torrid dreams, each lasting call,
Hushed by cruel, so it seems, crushed by horrid too.

One night I looked into your eyes,
One kiss from you, I knew love did exist,
One love we felt, unaware of discord or disguise,
One day to the next, we both felt love, dancing in love's darling mist.

So we fall in love . . . we fall in love . . .  we fall,
At the most inopportune time, this wild heart,
Ransoming  raw emotions, with every to and fro tug, each love call,
Into that melee kisses drag us, recalling love's tease, tearing love apart.

When we fall and fumble, with love tugging at our heart strings,
I remember you, with love's kind eye, stumbling on every rock, every angled fold,
With you caged in my heart, I remember our sweet embrace, hold dear those love things,
Broken hearted, I remember parting, tears spilling with my fears, so silly love's tangled hold.

Oh golden sunshine! Warm this lonesome heart!
Pan down on dark, distant streets, walking apart,
Oh summer rain! Wash away my sorry woes, impart love ala carte,
Renounce this fate, as love diminished, another tragic start, painting fatal art.

Trapped in this disfigured frame, dismembered by disengaged arrows,  my beating heart,
Flanked by love's fallen soldiers, each one armed with love's insipid taunts and woes,
Years go by,  dreams are dashed, still you're forever gone, into twilight, we're so far apart,
I walk alone, sleep alone, dream alone, while errant love guffaws and crows, such low blows.

Grasp the bow, my trembling hand, love thrusts pointed arrows, trying to atone,
Blinded by the sun, love prevails, turning side to side, my pierced heart doth bleed,
Cheek to cheek, we used to dance, held hands, let love remind us we were alone,
Those moments, when two souls breathed as one, when love planted it's wondrous seed.

Tangled in this web of life, where savage love torments our souls,
Strangled by this ruthless knot, where love left it's wounding mark,
Surreptitiously, this cagey lank, parading as if love weren't full of holes,
Uninspired love, love with all it's range and glory, love gone awry, love so dark.

If love e'er knocks upon this hovel door, if love e'er dare call my name,
A warriors heart will meet the game, with poignant arrows I'll surely pierce the same,
Still, within this harried soul, love's plague hath pock marked my varied being, void of fame,
Yet errant love, so marred, lives on, love breathes life, love's honour remains the same.

Staring into an uncertain future, through a misty veil, so clouded, so unclear,
I feel your spirit, drifting somewhere out in space, not alone but in congregation,
So love has won in the end, distant love has drawn me in again, this love career,
Leaving me wounded and bleeding, by the littered wayside, inside love's lonely station.

Surrounded by love, grieving for so many lost and bleeding hearts,
Infirm, created by love, as tortured souls cry, tainted with love's feral calling,
Unleashed, Venus rips, reeling, turning, lest each setting sun flares, twists love's cautious art,
Once kisses have been banned, thus love be cut and dried, finally love disallowed from falling.

Into this deep crevasse I fall, floundering in abject darkness,
Tumbling down this slippery slope, no angel to catch or hold me, pray,
Love's obtuse angle has torn me apart, fragile love, with all it's sharpness,
Closing weary eyes, tears wash love away, memories of love, that held you and me and they.