Friday, October 31, 2014


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.


  1. Eloquent and so picturesque for the mind's eye Cheryl !
    October is such a special month for me .. yes my birthday falls in it but the whole month wrapping up with the last day especially is magical .. my favorite !
    Perfect poem : )


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