Samhain

You say you lost your way

In the meadow

But you were led astray

By the meadow

Beware lest your body lay

In the meadow

For you may forever stay

In the meadow

… with garlands in your hair

You found the hidden way

Of the sunshine

It leads through the golden gate

Of your own mind

Put away the heavy weight

Of the past times

So you may sustain the day

And be aligned

… with garlands in your hair

Foul of Beast

Fair of the Air

I call ye now

To bring to bear

Your holy rod

Your wisdom cane

Out of the bowels

Of Earthing brain

Walking the path at night

With the shadows

You see a false vision bright

Where the moon glows

Its voice speaks of second sight

Then your eyes close

You feel its soft touch alight

And your soul knows

(And it asks)

Where did the roses grow

That made that garland fair?

And who bound them in the braids

That you wear in your hair?

Was it on Walpurgisnacht

Held in the springtime fair?

Or was it on All Hallow’s Eve,

The name old Samhain bears?

Close the circle of the night

And Samhain’s garland wear

Rest in peace in broad daylight

And leave your spirit clear

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