A Glimpse Through the Open Veil

My eyes have gazed upon the open veil

For but a moment

A haphazard glance

When the moon was full

Stars twinkling

Magick in the air and everywhere

I recall hearing about these days

When the thickness becomes thin

Some things can cross

As two worlds softly collide

Aligned for but a single day

And in that brief, but mighty view

I saw…

Everything and nothing

Those which have wandered

Or departed from this side

And even some who were taken

Often as wee lads and lassies

Nevermore to remember

From where and when they came

They mingled with the others

The different ones

Not man, nor woman

Nor any type of earthly beast

Different in shape and size

Color and disposition

Giants and tiny winged creatures

Howling, growling, and quiet ones

The gathering grows

As the hour comes near

Many wait at the border

Lined up and ready to cross

Ready to stand upon earthly ground

Walk amongst the living

Engage both bad and goodly mischief

For but a single night

When spirit meets form

The unknown makes themselves known

Only to a chosen few

Crossing over

A temporary transition

The crescendo of silence

Erupts into a whisper

Grows to become a muffled word

Unintelligible

And yet somehow unforgettable

The ancestors patiently wait

For the meeting with the living

Their crossing is symbolic

Stoic but elating

For tomorrow the veil will be thick

The door will close

For another year

Then the watching commences

All around

Nature cycles into darkness

A long rest ahead

The period of internal rejuvenation

Ponderances and thinking

So much from the beyond

So much from a single glance

My mind now filled

Spirits lifted

I quickly turned away

My steps light and rapid

Enough, I have seen

A single glance

Through the open veil

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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