Friday, October 31, 2008
Turns out I make poetry, too...
Dumb Supper
by B. Burke
Where goes the love accumulated?
Where goes the dying light?
Will we gathered here together
remembering tonight
take lost loved ones by the hand
where the veil is thin?
Will candles bright and welcoming
draw them steady in?
Pull the chair out, fill the glass,
and wait with me a spell
to see if love surviving death
will here a while dwell.
Blessed Samhain, everyone!
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Very warm and welcomingly sweet. ::::sigh::::sometimes I wonder if they make thicker veils. This doubtless makes me a very bad person...
ReplyDeleteAlas, darlin', if you want 'em thicker, you have to make your own. ;)
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