Between Worlds

 
I reflect and reminisce on the year passed,
Looking at what I wanted to spearhead,
Then I make annotations in my journals,
So I can strategize for the days ahead.
 
The night is dark, and the air is still,
It’s incredibly quiet to say the least,
As I light candles by the windowsill,
Then I celebrate and prepare a feast.
 
So I dress in orange, brown and black,
As I look out and see the world in pain,
When souls aren’t allowed to turn back,
The soft glow will guide them to their plane.
 
Whether you believe on All Hallows Eve or not,
           You can tell there is a difference in the wind,
                 Whether you are in the broom closet or not,
                         The boundaries between worlds is thinned.