Crying For Light, For All Hallows and Samhain

Be still, can you hear the drum, the drum Hear it beat like a heart in the heavy night Hold on to your soul, for the dead are come To look to the living for light Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone Lavender, lilies, and roses blown Out of the mist, they come, they come Through the slip of a stitch in the hazy veil With their feet all bare, and their faces pale The dead come, crying for light Lavender, lilies, and roses blown Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone Out of the past they come, they come From the shadowy halls of history From the battlefield, and the hungry sea The dead come, crying for light Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone Lavender, lilies, and roses blown Out of the earth they come, they come From the cold of the grave at midnight’s bell From the harrowing heat of the fires of hell The dead come, crying for light Lavender, lilies, and roses blown Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone Out of the dark they come, they come With their winding sheets and their cobweb hair With their violent curses and innocent prayer The dead come, crying for light Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone Lavender, lilies, and roses blown Out of their minds they come, they come Who are lost in the maze of space and time Who are seeking the grace of a love sublime The dead come, crying for light Lavender, lilies, and roses blown Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone Be not a-feared when they come, they come Be as still as you can, and touch them not Show them the way to the light forgot Love them, and let them be Be gone In to the light they go, they go To the glow at the end of the tunnel’s gloom To the source of the scent of the rose’s bloom In to the light they go © Gail Foster 30th October 2016