In a deep, musky wood lie a boat and a paddle
Awaiting a poet who will rise with the dawn
And the boat is a melody that drifts into dreamland
Growing into a ship and it brings me along

Now I sit on a deck in a coffeehouse garden
Awaiting the poetry the evening is long
And the dream is a memory that cannot escape me
The evening is pretty but it will not last long

Well adieu to the Summer then welcome in Fall
Milkweeds are Autumn-laced hearken their call
We bid you good parting your memory burns
In our hearts for nine moons until you return

On a parchment before me notes dance in lucidity
Shimmering over the waves of Mabon
In the whisperings of tales in the shanties behind me
Lie kingdoms incited to war by your song

Many a soul was torn open and bleeding
Up from the hollows of Hell screamed their throng
And the wrenching and pain it has torn my soul open
Yet alas, only able to gift you with song

Well hello to the Winter farewell to the Fall
Trees are icicle-laced shatter their call
We bid you good parting your memory burns
For nine moons in our hearts until you return

Yet the wood remains peaceful his dreams they are sleeping
The quiet has done the fair poet no wrong
In the moonlight, he’s weeping his dreamland is timeless
His ship ever sailing into Avalon

In sonorous sanctum the poetess eloquent
Drinks of the cup from his passions well drawn
Wishes him well on his journeys to within
Farewell to the bard then until Winter’s gone

Yes hello to the Spring again welcoming thaw
Your music shall ring within gracing our halls
All hail your return as the warming sun burns
For nine moons in our hearts until you return
For nine moons in our hearts until you return...


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