samhain

veil thins

ancestors wander in

to visit those still livin

spirits join our mortal souls

in quiet celebration

costume clad we evoke the rite

share a feast on this a sacred nite

time to look upon the past

remember and to settle scores

forgive old wounds hold no remorse

the year is ending its cycle done

a new year come to find its course

superstition plays its part

festivities planned to quicken heart

make new starts and make new friends

divine the future and what it holds

of colours I see most often here

orange and black and indigo

colours powered by the night

of death and transformation

old woman and harvest moon

candles, mirror, cauldron too

veil thins

Tiamat

(October 7, 2003)