The moon is full, the stars are out,
with sand beneath my feet. I feel the wind its
breezes sweet. Mist surrounding all I know,
for into the unknown I go. The waves crash, a gull cries.
The sweet sea grass stirring as I watch in solemn vigil for friends who in the grave lie.
For this is the night of spirits,the night when all is not what it seems.
I see them coming now, they shimmer in the moons silver beams.
These are the souls whose hearts have measured true. A path is made in the sea,
a path for spirits to travel through. I feel the sand shift beneath my feet.
The spirits walk on through the sea, to the Other World , where I shall someday be.
But for now, I wait. I stand on the sliver, silent shore. For I have just seen something
that belongs in forgotten lore. The wind is calm , the moon doth set.
And this night I shall never forget.
