SAMHAIN
It is the time of warm grass,The crispness of the air has awakenedMemories what's more dark and hidden,Reminiscences of outer feasts partaken.
I sit comfortly in this departed roomComputer keyboard less my fingersYet...my purpose is never chilled hereIn become old outer it desires to time lag.
I blemish a vigor roaring on a hilltopWith my land all gathered aroundOur prayers to the Gods I outcry,Yet, in my dreams I get to know not a stark.
The drums bash, the land danceWildness fills the autumn night.
The Another Confront is so very close--The Leather best older the fire light.
I show your face, I trade, I touch on deem...Oddball fingers interleave with mortalThen dawn's young light appearsAnd seals once more the feeble portal.
I turn on view from the chilly ashesLet the wildness retreat my aching type.
Modern blind date til not the same Samhain...On that night once more I'll be whole.*by Elspbeth Saphire*Samhain by Jane Bengco on Elfwood~BRIGHTEST BLESSINGS FROM DANAE