Samhain

The veil is thin.

They are calling
Crying
Pushing
Reaching to connect,
Caress.

Pressing
To mend the undone,
To say the unsaid.

Left behind as the world turns
They cling
Cloy
Merging
Stung by longing

Fires light the way,
Crackling
Concerts to their passing
Redrawing the veil
The cycle begins anew.

Liz

First draft 30th Oct 09
2nd draft 31st Oct 09