A spirit returns to earth for just one night, and sees our world through new eyes. |
From the place beyond description - The Otherworld below and above and around you, Where I was more than a phantom Of a life once rich with physicality, I emerge slowly, a mist. The annual memory of senses Takes my essence by surprise and rushes Upon me in the silvered light Of a gravid satellite, la Luna As she stares, a single eye upon the rade. Crowding around me, unfathomable To those who dwell in matter dense Are my brothers and sisters The ghosts and gods - the Fae and demons An incorporeal host in revelry. The chill wind rattles vivid leaves Upon the drowsy darkened greenery; A pellucid night in tattered cloud raiment Is ideal for this time of our abandon When all requests for bounty must be honored. For just one night, we dance unfettered In the world that God and saints deny us commonly. I watch you - what once I was Before the transformation took What is called "life" and gave another reality. I see the children in their masks and paint Each a different mind and soul One day to join us, but for now they grow Their actuality is this night of celebration Of remembering the gifts of life and death. |