Who are you, calling me awake this night?
I feel your unrest and turn my ear, but it’s my heart you want.
Go easy with your guide, willing, but untrained.
What is it that you need?
What ache, no angst, what?
The souls cry out to be remembered
not with candy, masks, and games,
but with reverence and tender hearts.
Bring memories to life
that those who’ve passed may live again,
to touch us on Samhain.