It was the night,
whence two worlds collide.
Samhain.
When spirits cross into our realm,
Causing mischief,
Spreading lies.
Why else would this be the night
Children dress like them?
To blend in, of course,
And the question asked at every door?
A trick, or a treat?
all spirits must answer honestly,
and so, if malice is intended,
you will have warning.
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.
The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.
Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.
Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.
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