Life is but a dream...
Encapsulated...
In a magick bubble.
Sunrises...
Melting into sunsets.
As we awake the dead...
From their sheds...
Crimson night skies...
Kissing the lands horizons.
As we play...
With the spirits of the dead.
Dream realities...
Turned into awake realities...
As we trick or treat...
Our way along your moon-lite street.
Ghoulish thoughts...
Are turned into spoken words.
Dressed up-words...
Are cast magically...
Into a witches whirlpool soup.
As the spirits come out to play...
One day flows into the next...
As we put the grateful dead...
Back into bed!!!
