Race in the Darkening Night: A Poem by Bryan

Autumn winds move in torrents over the frosty peaks of October's chill nights.
The Otherworld veil seems to shimmer,
As it is stretched thin across the eyes of the Awaked and Slumbering alike.
Even the most disconcerted may taste the scents of this time, that is of no time.
While shadows lengthen across the land and whisper of secrets . . .

A sultry orange sun sinks behind the Dragon's Spine of Colorado. . .
Leafs dance and resettle in every elegant color of a creation near sleep,
At the edge of death.
Ancestors reach beyond memory to confide in loved ones not far abreast
While the Sidhe play at mankind's oblivious fears.

Can you hear the roaring celebration in the stillness of the hours darkest before dawn?
Will you dare to look through the veil and see the mirror of your own unconscious portrait?
Give thee thy time to soar beyond illusion,
And embrace the deepening mysteries that dwell in the reality of the imagination!
That wondrous Internal voice that shatters fantasy.
Race in the Darkening night with laughter trailing.
Trace the silhouette of the Hunters moon!

This time of no time is born,
For those who venture beyond locked doors and mundanely Intoxicated maladies.
The time is born for those who Seek,
The wind that whistles,
The sea who speaks,
Fire that cracks in hearth and flame,
The Earth, our mother
We Tuatha of name shall chant and sing to this most wild game!

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