Halloween in the Air

A cursed pagan holiday
or not~
I care not to discuss.

It's the spirit in the day
the silence in the air
old traditions
we follow
with no reason,
no understanding.

I love the pumpkins
the sugar sweet moments
of darkness.

The feel of brocade against my skin
I am someone else tonight
this night
of all nights
I am myself.

The golden moon
smiles down at me
and all who pass.

And no one says:
Why is she dressed like that?
Is she crazy?
Is she mad?

No magic wand
or sinister spell
can take this moment from my heart.

It's Halloween and
I am free
with spirits trembling
near my soul
and children
laughing along the streets.

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