Until the Sun Rises
No trick or treaters on the street
they're all in bed now, getting sleep,
Candies piled high upon the floor
collected from each neighbor's door,
Smoke rises from the pumpkin's grin
the day's magic still burns within,
Restless spirits are set free to roam
and find their way back to home,
An earthly reunion until the sun rises
with those who've met their demises,
It's time for October's farewell scene
on the final night of Halloween,
The harvest moon is setting low
opposite the rising sun's gentle glow,
Wandering souls leave us for another year
and say goodbye and shed a tear,
Because, they surely miss us, too
their tears become the morning dew,
To stain the leaves a shining gold
and welcome in wet November's cold.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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