I miss you most upon each Samhain When the boundary turns to sheer I wait until the veil is parted At the ending of the year. Sweet spirit, as you walk among us At the tolling of this eve I see your face beyond the sunset And hear your voice upon the breeze.
In the glowing of the candle, From the shadow on the wall I watch for you in every movement And hear your footsteps in the hall. Can you sit and spend the evening As the portal opens wide? Ancestral dead, I bid you welcome, Most recent dead, I pray, abide.
When you come I sense your presence I put my hand out in the air A moment, then, we stand united Palm to palm while waiting there. I miss you most upon each Samhain When the boundary turns to sheer We share these hours until the dawning Then bid farewell until next year.
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via loupgarou)
Do you have a recurring dream? What is it about? Do you know what it means?
I often dream about being cut by a man who is chasing me. I look up my dreams on a regular basis. It could mean I am being let down or undermined. Alternatively, it refers to feminine sexuality and feminine attitudes toward sex.
I have other dreams that are far more recurring but for me it’s too personal to post on formspring.