Festival Of The Spirits

There is a freshness in the air That kindles that part of the mind At the back that rejunvenates our whole body There is that extra sensory perception of the mind That could tell things without seeing them like The celebrations of spirits out in the Mountains, that contagious uplifting Of spirits that smolders the whole Island which makes one feel elated To be in such unseen wonder; The heartstirring beatings of celestial drums, The fairy dances, the gathering of beings Which serenade an auspcious enchantment All over the island that one could feel a sense Of euphoria a whole evening. It's gone the next day leaving one awed Of the mystifying elation that has come visiting The night before when one feels one has Been invited to party with spirits and fairies.