A cluster of leaves
Crimson. Ochre, vermilion; Purple
Lie dying in a crusted whispering collusion, at dusk
As Venus rises in the South
The blackbird that always waits for my car
To give me that impish furtive look
(I haven’t found her secret yet – she knows ;)
Scurries through the tangled bushes, waits my leaving to repair;
to her hidden lair.
As if all Nature waits this Halloween night
When the gates of the other world are opened and
The dead wander out and are headed for the
Sighing song of the clay, and settle there among the nest of dying leaves
They drift in thepurple hue and the dreaming , drifting clouds
Await their coming, as the sun sinks into the bay.
An early firework explodes in the distance,
A haunted dog yelps in terror.
Welcome back our beloved and not so loved
Fear not their ethereal being
They are as real as you and I –
We both have souls; only I can see mine.
And all that separate us is a corporal vessel- a body
Which houses mine and is visible;
They are also there, maybe in another, parallel world
Where matter doesn’t matter, and anti matter matters much
Who knows the boundless vastness of imagination?
Unlike space; never expanding or contracting;
But inventing always beyond the borders of conception
That is what I can’t conceive.
The capstones of the dolmens in the Burren,
Tremble at the awakening of this night,
As the constellations in legions are forming;
To grant the silent visitors a canopy of incandescent and welcoming delight
That is what I welcome tonight; these wandering souls who settle in subtlety;
Among the clustered crimson leaves;
And the dark hued sky;
In Crimson Ochre, Vermillion ;open the essence of your hospitality ; and let them peacefully lie.
Rest In Peace.