This was written some time ago, but today seems a fitting day to post it on ....

Look for me at Samhain (from Year Song)

Look for me at Samhain my love.
When leaves form a cloth of copper and of gold.
Evening mists rise from river and from field,
Engulfing old stone walls.
A soft cocoon to seal off time and space.

Look for me at Samhain my love,
As shades of evening fall
and owls glide on silent wings.

A fire burns on the hearth,
Apple wood scented.
The silence broken only by the ticking of the clock,
the crackle of logs,
As you sit alone in firelight dappled shadows.

The veil between the worlds wears thin.
A liminal time.
A time for memories and the spirits of the dead.

Look for me at Samhain my love.
Keep my Year’s Mind.
Feel once more my touch,
A gentle caress,
A kiss brushing your hair.
Hair more silver now than gold.
Hear my whispered words of love.

Keep green the memory of our years together.
Our courtship in our days of youth,
Life stretched out before us,
full of hope and possibilities.
Our wedding night when all was new.
Our welcome for our first born son.
Our hands clasped on our daughter’s wedding day.

Look for me at Samhain my love.
See pictures in the fire.
The years passing as we grew together,
the good times and the bad.
Love changing, becoming gentler.
But no less constant,
no less deep.

Look for me at Samhain my love.
One final night of comfort, yet of sorrow too.
One final night,
Until the dawn’s first blush.
Then I must leave again.
But only for a little while,
Until I come to bring you home.

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