On October 31st and on its darkest hour, We call upon the Ancient Power We call the spirits we think of as dear, We call upon them to join us near……

Staring at the moon, I watch the clouds pass me by, Passing time And all the worries that are mine……

Woken up by a certain smell, one I couldn’t distinguish I found something strange in my bed, something I don’t remember leaving there. A key. And not just any key, one that was floating in the atmosphere……

I thought of you for a day or two Now all I see are shades of blue……

Memory. A word, a function of the brain, and a feeling. A documented story, false or true, I begin this poem with my memory of You……

One magical night The Sun 🌞 and the Moon 🌙 collided🌒, The Moon shined brightly in the opposite direction Making the Moon easily misguided……