In cinder and spark we watch the days become darker, and the cool and embraces the air
Peering forth into the canopy of leaves our eyes begin to stare
At patchwork colors of yellow and orange the seasons are going to sleep
Through jacketed arms and hand warmed fires the ancestors begin to creep
The thinning of the boundaries of worlds, transparency manifests
The souls of the departed speak with fervor and with jest
The season of the apple and spice brings forth the harvest’s bounties
Manifesting forth beyond the mist, ghosts are discarding all of their follies.
To speak again amongst the dead is a pleasure we indulge once yearly
And the hearts of man reach into the dark and embrace that which was lost dearly.
Put your life and heart upon the pure and weigh it upon its scale
As we celebrate forward within these nights the thinning of the veil.