Samhain

Samhain

A Poem by icaros13
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The veil is growing thin
Between this realm and that
It can be dangerous to peer
Into the void this time of year

Wisps of smoke where fire is not
Shadows walking with no people
Whispers filling empty halls
Hoping your fright creates an opening

© 2012 icaros13


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I feel this probably more than I would care too, the thinning, it's best not to play with such things as astral travel, you never know what may come back through with you, assuming that it is actually possible, and I've reason to believe that it might be possible...the mind is such a powerful thing, and it has no handy operation manuals.
But I agree "fear" would be what creates an opening. Eerie this poem but very effective.

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I feel this probably more than I would care too, the thinning, it's best not to play with such things as astral travel, you never know what may come back through with you, assuming that it is actually possible, and I've reason to believe that it might be possible...the mind is such a powerful thing, and it has no handy operation manuals.
But I agree "fear" would be what creates an opening. Eerie this poem but very effective.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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~ is this about lucid dreaming, monsieur ? ~ i've experienced similar trysts with consciousness... very, very recently... ~ more importantly, this is beautifully written... it's a journey into consciousness... that can only lead to greater clarity of thought... or so i think...

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For we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. ..I do love.. more..

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