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.