Hindsight
Roaring fire, pulsing drum
Through the blackened forest come
To drink and dance until the last
Perhaps to meet withy those now passed
And link with them in eerie light
A moments touch, this sacred night
To now atone for loves we missed
Hands not held, lips not kissed
Old feelings on this Fest unveil
For those beyond our earthly pale
"I wish I'd said..."but now you're gone
I cloak and shiver, craving dawn.
Merlinbeag
©2006