Hidden in the Fall
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 5:26 pm
Samhain
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a slowly creeping storm
enveloping the land in darkness.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a hand stretching forth
to bring me to nostalgia.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is the destruction of the barrier
between the seen and unseen.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is light and dark, yin and yang,
orange harvest and black night.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is the core of childhood and
the reminiscence in adulthood.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a wicked grin on
the face of shadows.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a harbored creation of
mischief and delight.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is my night,
My time,
my nostalgia,
My memory,
my celebration.
Samhain comes now, hidden.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a slowly creeping storm
enveloping the land in darkness.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a hand stretching forth
to bring me to nostalgia.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is the destruction of the barrier
between the seen and unseen.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is light and dark, yin and yang,
orange harvest and black night.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is the core of childhood and
the reminiscence in adulthood.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a wicked grin on
the face of shadows.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is a harbored creation of
mischief and delight.
Hidden in the Fall.
This day is my night,
My time,
my nostalgia,
My memory,
my celebration.
Samhain comes now, hidden.