October and flaming leaves of all colors
not only my birthday but so are others
October is so many things this season brings
Columbus day full moon Halloween and many things,
October is fall and all the trees are changing
colored lawns with falling leafs,
left to bare the limbs and trees.
Halloween is the exciting time,
in October of wilting summer vines,
for children there's costooms  and trick or treat,
for the women baking pumpkins pies to eat
For the men there's bow hunting and venison meat.
A new season October brings, temperature drops and frost appears,
October, November, December, then January and it's another year.

October and flaming leaves of all colors
not only my birthday but so are others
October is so many things this season brings
Columbus day full moon Halloween and many things,
October is fall and all the trees are changing
colored lawns with falling leafs,
left to bare the limbs and trees.
Halloween is the exciting time,
in October of wilting summer vines,
for children there's costooms  and trick or treat,
for the women baking pumpkins pies to eat
For the men there's bow hunting and venison meat.
A new season October brings, temperature drops and frost appears,
October, November, December, then January and it's another year.

Halloween is a night when all the Ghost come out,
Some come from right here that live among us
Some only make the trip on Halloween night
They even come from the grave yards,
The Ghost from here never made it to the other side
All the Ghost are spirits some were feathered and tared.
Only on Halloween night do they all coincide
Some walk among us all the time leaving no foot prints
The feeling some one is there but when you turn to look there's no one,
Halloween can mix among the living and the dead,
they come out freely walking along side us unnoticed when we are having fun.
Dressed up in disguised as ghost and goblins and pumpkin heads
Its all in fun for earthly people but one never know the trickery of a real Ghost.
They move in space among us and play trickery games because their among the dead.
We wait for the door bell to ring for all the children yelling trick or treat for their candy
But one never knows on calm Halloween night why the door keeps slamming on the\old wood shed.
Locked it was but not tonight, as the Ghost are so busy, but I keep on the table the bottle of Brandy,
I pour a shot to calm down my fear realizing it's a very busy night among the dead..
Even tho it's a calm night you can hear the ghostly haunted wind and dyed leafs blowing over your head,
Yes I am scared on this Halloween night and every year at this time it excites my fright,
Who would really know their among us but what they can not say their not living but dead.
Walking on the rickrack porch every step that creeks,
lit Pumpkins carved on the old unpainted chair on the right,
on the left are tall corn stalks and a bail of hay as the tall scare crow sits so still with no life.
I will always remember this Halloween night for the dead rises as the living play.

Where is he? whats he doing and what is he thinking?
He's some where but not with me.
He's doing something with some one, who could it be?
He's thinking of some one, could it be me.
The phone rings but no answer, who is it? could it be him?
It rings and rings and rings, who's on the other end?
would I even want him, I'm suddenly afraid of the unknown.
He loves the games and getting my Spirit broken from freeing,
Finding, searching the inner part of me, to set free the soul flown.
Connecting with my inner self deeper than ever, searching for my being.
Knowing now what I didn't know before is forever freeing.

The night of Halloween is dark and scary
But yet there's fun being frighten
No other time would I want to be scared
Ghost and skeletons devils, demons that fear heightens
every one in customs hidden be hind disguised  
If there were times other than Halloween I would die
I'm dressed as the evil one, but no one knows who I am
I'm the pretender, a make believe a dark soul for once a year
Knocking at the doors and scarring the height with fright
Watch me at the next door I will even scared them even more
It's me that's scared with the cobwebs covering me and skeletons flinging at me  
all I hear is screams of the night and the height of the fright
I may want to go home but do not know how to get there
I'm caught in the grave yards and all soul arise the night of Halloween
I am afraid and want to go home and be who I am but I'm caught in the grave yard as the evil one
Can't they see it's really just me but once a year it's Halloween and old souls arise
Now I awake the day after Halloween and I look in the mirror and see no cobwebs only me.

The window to the soul
Can tell so much,
the window to the soul are the eyes,
eyes that can see deeper than the truth
Relax do not fear looking at me,
For I can see the door to your soul
I will not knock nor will you ever know
For I can see the window to your soul
I can see the pain that my love can set you free
Please I silently plead as my soul knows.
That the window to the soul are the eyes,
I can see deeper than you know your loving me.

Love is so fragile and precious which some take for granted ,
They do not realize what they have, they need not look any further,
because love is so fragile and precious,
What they needed they already have,
Love is the the wind, the trees the leafs how the seasons turns.
Learning how to love is a two way street, two lanes going into one,
What a beautiful site when love is truly shown woven like yarn.
I'm in love with love,the sweet fragrance, the feeling, the touch,
Love is so fragile and precious, it has given me so much.
It's like expensive china treat it with passion like a clock with no alarm
Do not treat it with pain as the china will shatter with a touch,
Oh Love is so fragile
You can hold on to your heart and it's up to us how we weave the yarn,
The yarn is a symbol of the stitches, crossing, weaving one piece on top of another,
Two become one and a beautiful heart is stitched together.
It's like expensive perfume, a fragrance of beauty,
A piece of exquisite fine Art that was done with the deepest talent.
Oh love is so Fragile.