In the twilight,
gathered round the river bank
in a haze we dance
and call the spirits to play.
oh how long they have waited
to join the parade through the deep water
to meet the fishes
kissed by the chilly water
a warm blanket over their
ghostly limbs.
We call our
silent farewells
gifting them
our woe and our sorrow
as they waltz back to
the hells and heavens
from which they escaped
on this all hallows eve
and with our worries
they rest in their crypts and
sleep in silence
and in our beds
we dream
our shoulders light
free of that which possessed
our souls and
sunk us down into the bracken waters.
We rest with our
rotted minds
no more,
we live another day
and another year
and another eternity without
the dead
and we sleep
with beating hearts.