The Grand Opening...
At this time,
On this night,
Through the thinnest of veils,
Spirits may rise and shine,
As we all turn to the inside,
Contemplate the passage of time,
Watching grass and flower and leaf,
The colors of myriad endings,
Countless signs of the long cold rest to come.
Drumbeats and howling winds,
Twinkling stars dance in and out of dark gray cloud curtains,
Swirl 'round the bright and lovely Moon.
The otherworlds beneath my feet and above my head,
I wander in the heart of the night.
By: Daniel A. Stafford