Crying For Light, For All Hallows and Samhain
Be still, can you hear the drum, the drum
Hear it beat like a heart in the heavy night
Hold on to your soul, for the dead are come
To look to the living for light
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Out of the mist, they come, they come
Through the slip of a stitch in the hazy veil
With their feet all bare, and their faces pale
The dead come, crying for light
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Out of the past they come, they come
From the shadowy halls of history
From the battlefield, and the hungry sea
The dead come, crying for light
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Out of the earth they come, they come
From the cold of the grave at midnight’s bell
From the harrowing heat of the fires of hell
The dead come, crying for light
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Out of the dark they come, they come
With their winding sheets and their cobweb hair
With their violent curses and innocent prayer
The dead come, crying for light
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Out of their minds they come, they come
Who are lost in the maze of space and time
Who are seeking the grace of a love sublime
The dead come, crying for light
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Be not a-feared when they come, they come
Be as still as you can, and touch them not
Show them the way to the light forgot
Love them, and let them be
Be gone
In to the light they go, they go
To the glow at the end of the tunnel’s gloom
To the source of the scent of the rose’s bloom
In to the light they go
© Gail Foster 30th October 2016
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