hallow's evening...

Warm night and starless sky
at the pagan time of harvest; as night neared
the hopes and fears of ended year
hung in a palpable balance, for their walls
unseen between this hope  and that dream
seemed drawn, thinned to the point of nothing.

Everything here could pass to there
souls and evils, loves and un-willed passage
all blended in the thick autumn night.
Oh starless sky, where has Orion wandered
and the great bear? No pole star to guide
the conscience of men, and once again
the tale of the harvest bespeaks
a future fine or famine, and weeks of labor
under bright moon found them alone
all saints and hallow's evening, into night...

They wondered of this newer faith
and the far more ancient ways, as they
blend into a finer truth;
as time and men distill  a lasting elixir.