Samhain

Samhain

They’re wrapping at the gates now;

I can hear their lost, mournful heaves

Behind the rustling veil.

Night has fallen; the warmer days

Have left us freezing,

And departed souls have returned,

Wandering; aimlessly drifting.

Yet is it loneliness or malice

That carries them on their journeys

Tonight? I dare not guess

The machinations of the dead,

But confuse them with a clever mask

Of false brotherhood,

Less they might drag me down

To wallow and wail…

A discarded spirit lost to the abyss.

Love

Love

What an enigma you are;

A circulating puzzle in my thoughts;

A voice inside my head,

Playfully screaming to remind me

That I’ll never get the answer

Right.

I quantify and rationalize you,

From here to the burning oceans

Of the sun,

Yet you remain the smoke

My fingers grasp at in vain...

An ever-elusive source of despair.

Perhaps I’ll figure you out,

Someday…

Maybe bring your mysteries

Under a floodlight of elucidation

And dial down the invisible voice

From gale roar to gentle friend.

Insanity

Insanity

Insanity;

Not the incessant repetition

Of activities, doomed

To catastrophe…

But a bedrock hope

For that, which will never,

And should never,

Be.