I summon thee
Not as the veil thins
Or ghouls descend
Beneath a witching sky
I summon thee
Not as spirits soar
Or blue moons rise
On wings of lilting wind
I summon thee
In ordinary times
With ordinary prayers
On remnants of songs
Under Carolina blue skies
Filled with phantom rumbling laughter
You live
That first stanza sets the scene for a dark moony Halloween, but the witching sky pales beside memories of life and laughter..I really like this, and relate to its cloudy autumn mood. Thanks so much for joining us at the 55.
ReplyDeleteOctober's ending often brings up thoughts of dark summoning. I so love this summons life and light.
ReplyDeleteEveryday summoning and miracles are the best kind. Great write!
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