A Walk on All Saint’s Eve
The Samhain night was as dark as death
When she entered the piney woods,
Her bare feet treading soft, sacred ground,
A candle lantern to guide her way,
On a night to honor ghosts of ancestors
And to face sad memories.
She had walked here before,
Under a full moon when blood is wild,
Under a new moon when lovers are enslaved,
This is a secret, sacred place,
She walks alone, a path shared by no other
On a Samhain night when the spirits
Of the dead are closest to ours and
Often will visit such magical places.
She lingers long, opening her heart,
And singing ancient songs.