The Walls Grow Thin The sun has set but night not come, as dusk Still lingers. The full blue moon of Samhain Climbs the crisp, velvet sky. The hint of musk Is all that summer left. Hear fall begin. I ground, and call on those who ride the wheel of time; Invoke a Blessing on my family, friends And bring what hope I can within this rhyme Without, and do my part, that ill-work ends. The darkness comes, a new year lurks within As into Horned One's winter now we ride. New Year, All Hallows, the feast that is Samhain Marks hope of future spring which cannot hide. Lord and Lady; Mother, Child; I see Thy Many Names. close circle, smile, and Be. copyright E Glas Durboraw, October 31, 2001 - travelling through Alabama and Tennessee