The Veil

The veil had parted in the night
as day drew close while spirits walked
seeking their people on this side
the wheel has turned round the year
marking fall to winter's steps
on this stoop we now reside

what moves beyond our sight?
set the plate for company
to serve those we once knew
The chill mists are portal's door
look to the shapes that move beyond
sight of the ones that came before

their wisdom is ours to ask
though dire commands will not work
on those who know the truth beyond
no fear of death chills their heart
nor angst of passing to the grave
for in that dark they call it home

instead ask with reverence shown
for the visit will be short
before the clock calls the dawn
Samhain comes once a year
the worlds so close in space
may the rest bless your home.

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161101.

"The Veil" is a poem about the ending of October, a time of year that some believe mark a time to both honor and communicate with the dead.