samhain

There is a fine line between night and light

as the portal opens during samhain

when souls depart seeking lost loved ones

dancing in the shadows of bonfires.

Weather worn tree branches

create shadows upon the landscape,

gnarled tips reach out to the sky

tempting the solo night flyers

who have escaped the netherworld

braving the light of the night as I.

Were my soul to depart during this eve

I wish it to spark the fire upon the hill

and dance in the flames lighting the sky

warming this soul until early morning light.