So, now we reached the autumn, the leaves turn red and starts their journey home... What is a year but a day in the great a minute, a blink, a moment of fate... So the autumn is merely the dusk of the year, bearing promises of rest, and dreams, and tears.. Bearing knowledge of the world of others than us, giving peace and comfort from problems and fuss, swearing oaths of yet another dawn giving birth to a day, or a moment of light, shining and blessed like the dnce of the Faun... bear in mind it'll happen ..think it just might...
Bran
and the mushroom from it's darkness creeps to help the lifting of the veil, and wake us from our mortal sleep that we may see.the dawning of reality, faeries, shapes and sounds and other things long hidden in the mounds.
samhain, the feast .
i cant wait for the party myself , singing,talking drinking and laughter .
bb
moonwolf
The moon casts my shadow, but does not burn my skin.
A curious light, it envelops but does not overwhelm.
The moonlight embraces me, but fails to warm.
--CMBC ^^
Tonight I welcome the fallen Tonight I awaken my soul Into Hero's Hall From a time when we were young I walk into the shadows of ancient wood And know that tonight I am alive
Crossing swords in triumph with elemental hands
Tonight I welcome the fallen Tonight I open my soul Into Hero's Hall As we pass into blossom of a new year And reckon the dead Fusing our past with our past with our present into one
From Rix to 'Rix' on the eve of Samhain 1997 May he join with me as we celebrate the oncoming Celtic New Year
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© 1997 ceridwennight@hotmail.com
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