I hear the voices of the dead tonight,
The wiser words that echoed long before,
Lost spirits dancing in the candlelight,
Revealing the ways of the ancient lore.
A hushed wind whispers through the fallen leaves
I feel the chilling tears of Autumn’s rain,
The old year passes as the new receives
The blessings from the ancient souls again.
My heart and soul call out into the dark,
To see outstretched wings of Blodeuwedd fly,
Once more Samhain’s mysteries leave their mark,
I lift my eyes to gaze upon the sky.
I pray my heart shall see the way ahead,
While walking home with souls of the dead
©JG Farmer 2011
Form: English Sonnet
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