Traveling home before the dawn
Moving in darkness without the light
From the cold towards the warmth
Seeing out into the “Old Ways”
Passing through the Veils
Curtains of mist drifting on the breeze
Eddies of cool and warm air
Shifting the shapes of the mist
Modern road instead of ancient path
Vapours rise from all forms of moisture
Each warm puddle, stream, river, lake
Chilled air passes over, opening the touching world
Samhain (SAH:win) is forming
The time of the thin veils
Worlds touching
Ghosts, memories, the Other People passing
Walk the paths in your mind
Traveling in other “normal times”
Holding souls that were never held
Forming together when crossing through the Veil.
Dan Gray