Samhain

all souls, all souls are out tonight
the harvest's gone
the time is ripe
for sinking down to winter quiet
for slipping to the other side
where darkness drapes it's heavy cloak
to press on shoulders hunched from cold.

samhain, samhain
i'm standing here in razor breeze
all edges and corners
all eyes aglazed
all lost abroad in vacant stare
all motion held in static freeze
all driftwood washed
ashore somewhere
old souls and old memories
when they come, they come silently
creep up on you on days like these

samhain, samhain
there's cracks in the air today
they shimmer like those rippled waves
of heat on a summer's day
but summer's gone
and the air is thin
a paler blue
a softer sun
and gaps you can fit your fingers through
to reach and curl and grip onto
like curtains that you draw apart
like opening the window panes
and there they are, old souls, old hearts
like beams of light shining in
memories so clear you could almost cry
never thought you'd be there again
samhain, samhain.