Spirit Catcher

Come to me by moonlight on All Hallow's Eve rise up from the grave and let your spirit raise coat me with frost breath, sing to me your boos I am hungry for the past days of scariness and fools. Come to me at the graveyard, soar above the marble whisper to me of your life and loves, don't wait for your proper turn, don't lie lonesome beneath dirt. There's an ear for every sorrow and a promise of corn if on All Hallow's Eve you find your way to my side. There we'll drink spiced wine and toast past days when bodies were a hindrance and our emotions raged we'll wonder about starlight and planet scapes and talk to three a.m, if you come to me at midnight and touch my spirit to yours. The clock will tick as count the oaks will zither a tune, the lowing cows and rats rustle will speak of night's safety and an alternate way. Tell me of your curtains, the end of your way of life, tell me of your children, the last of your family line, tell me of your lover's kiss, the last treasure you held before you wandered free of the earth's reach every all Hallow's Eve, every chance you were freed and if you are lonesome or traveling a new domain.