Samhain, it is not the summer end
it’s here the full summer in the land
the temperatures are high
I want to stop to cry
There is no ritual in my hands
they are open and asking for help
the sky is still so blue
of winter there’s no clue
It is a long time I don’t come here
where I can remember the past years
suddenly I believe again
There is a strange silence in the wood
while I’m here to find again my roots
they are here I hope in the depth
My faith is old as this ancient glade
through which men passed with a sacred sense
I am a crumble of
what it was here before
It is a long time I don’t come here
where I can remember the past years
suddenly I believe again
There is a strange silence in the wood
while I’m here to find again my roots
they are here I hope in the depth
1st November 2022
