The autumn spirit gazes through a piercing embrace
From the two hazel stones that gleam from his face.
Welcoming is his smile, a cool breeze of gentle fashion,
Warm is his familiar touch with the bonfires of his passion.
Sometimes his sky would be a storm of early winter rain,
The chill would freshen the soft caress of the morning light that came.

He's followed me throughout my life in my head,
Among the oak trees near a Celtic homestead.
In the western world we would stand in the leaves
Watching the sunset, from our hill to the East.
Sweet were the cheers that embellished his laugh,
like the smell of spiced pumpkin that cooked down the path.
All the sunshine's rays that lit the gold in his hair
Could not reflect the depth of fresh mystery in his air.

Of Gaia's many wonders, treasures, magiks, all,
None of her euphorias have graced me like the fall.
For when all of life was dying, making way for birth anew,
I found that old familiar song. Once more I have found you.