Old scrapbooks fill my memories
Joy and heartwarming , memories
A lovely Autumn, lace bed jacket
Lithosphere tea lights lined the corridors
From macabre finest era of time
Ethereal spiritual music is heard
Willows played in heather glade
Tinkling bells, on old key stand
Sugar maple dipped in old gypsy trees
Natures raven ebony , scattered seeds
Barnyard owls wore lariats deemed in vintages
Soft snowy owl presence, with sage
Nocturnal vigilance , his ancient stare of timeless secret
Up coin the old house the rafters deep, sat raven in spotted lair
Such ambience, I shall be, loving him
Finding the mirror, with signs of gray
The key you found, skeleton lights
Seasons changed
Lost to love