Al Hallows Eve

The church clock strikes the midnight hour,                                           
And the children by now have long gone home;                                                      
Their costumes carefully folded and put away,       
Halloween passes into that other day.                    

In the graveyard unquiet spirits now bestir,             
As memories long retained in old bones;             
This being the time they arise from the earth,     
Leaching dead emotions from hearts in stone.

Emerging ephemeral into cold air                                 
As negatives no longer printed in lives,                            
With no one there to see how they can be     
Corporeal when there’s nothing left to shrive.

Just memories of those who were once alive,                          
Having now passed on while leaving behind         
Dreams and portents dissolving in time as                               
Fading imprints left in still faithful minds. 

Meanwhile, the children are now sound asleep,      
Parents having tucked them up in bed while    
The Saints shall maintain their rest, for as the
Prophet said – let the dead bury the dead.

© D G Moody 2024