Friday, 31 October 2014

Hallow Eve

Wind down all these days on a duskscape
Sung out along hilltops yet dreamt
My heart feels naught but a whisper
Cross clouds filled with moments yet spent
On a dust gathered hallow before me
I search all around these remains
On this eve when departed come calling
Cry thee well my soul’s fullest name
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hallow Eve by Bob Paris © 2014 all rights reserved