der-morgen

Standing on a hilltop Looking back At a fast receding beam of light My beam of light Free now Disappearing into the distance… Blind to the ever patient sun I chased rainbows The spectrum filled my sight Running forever Certain I would catch up Struggling through a blizzard Rain stinging my face I lost sight of the sun… It became too much I collapsed Tired of running I let my rainbow go… The sun warms my back My rainbow flutters away into the night I am free.

Hear the wolf cry and the old bull bellow At the pulse of the spirits on the eve of All Hallows As the sky grows dim and the clouds are low And the Earth is alight with the Autumn glow Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The night of old! The veil grows thin and the ether grows cold The spirits fly forth at the end of the day With a candle I show them the way… I walk in the forest in the cold, crisp air My spirit is free and my soul is bare I walk in silence but never alone The spirits surround me, their power has grown Oh, Samhain, Samhain!  The raven, he calls! His power it steals through the icy stone walls As the night nears its darkest,