Darkest Night (willingly beguiled)

When I embraced my woman

I met my spirit child

She does not feel her life is wrong

Accepts the invite to belong

Is willingly beguiled

By Christmas trees and faerie lights

And stars in moonlit skies

She taps a well of playfulness

Is infinitely wise…

 My spirit child

She never left

The shores of fairyland

She never lost her innocence

Walks willingly and hand in hand

With anyone of any creed or hue

And knows her sisters and her brothers

Are not few

But many souls apart

Not strangers of the heart

But healers of the rift

Each soul each birth on Earth

A precious gift

 The music box, the music box

It always stirred me so

Silver metal strips that strum

On and on around that drum

On and on it played around

As I looked in from where

O I remember, my heart said

I'm sure I know that air

That air of sweet and crystal clear

Those notes of clean delight

O yes, my spirit child replied

You know that tune alright

For that's the tune our Mother sang

As you skipped by her side

And that's the tune your Father played

And you his pride

And joy

And there you are, my little one

And now you understand

That everything we sent you

was no more than you planned

We sent so many many things

To  help your mortal frame to see

We saw you stirred so many times

Only to watch you start and flee

Yet now we know you've heard us

We know you're listening well

With dancing feet and sparkling eyes

You weave the Christmas spell.

 CCR McF

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