Poetry, prose

The Eve of All Saints.

It is the Eve of All Saints.
Beware your steps,
tread lightly between the darkness and the break of day,
 first, do no harm, that no harm  come to you.
Beware your cloaks and daggers,
and all the earthly wagers on your soul,
 for it can be neither bought nor sold,
 but only freely given,
while you stand among the livin’, in disguise.
Beware your lies unspoken,
your heart holds them, but a token,
 of the truth you do not say,
 and yet you give away,
with your eyes,
and where they wander,
 do not look over yonder
for the morning is gift, and
 though I know you don’t believe it
one needs a blessing to receive it.
Let not your thoughts be lead astray,
Be well you then, and go your way.
Blessings and Safe Travel.  Happy Halloween!