Untitled - October 7, 2001
As the night darkens,
the full moon peeks out
from behind the gentle
whisps of clouds.
Lighting a path of silvery stars
on the night of Samhain,
the world takes on a
different glow,
as the veil separating
two worlds
shimmers
and then fades away.
As the young masquerade
in ghouls and goblins,
sharper eyes
catch the shadows
that gain form,
on the short night
that lies ahead.
A brief ceili
around a bonfire
quickly sends us away -
laughing out loud
at our fears given form.
Even as the jack-o-lanterns
saunter in the distance,
held by the headless Horseman
once more,
I remember the days
long past
where our fears
were like the will-o-whisps,
fading in the night.
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