Night of the void between the worlds,night when the veil between the worlds is stirring,
lifting, when the old year shrivels and fades,
and the new year has not yet begun,
when light takes the form of darkness,
when the last light sinks into darkness like
spilled water, disappears in the leaves,
in the hot secret runs of earth underneath.
when grandmothers rise like mist,
the silent grandmothers with soft tongues of fog
in the ear, claiming nothing for themselves, nor
complaining that they were abandoned,
when children go out clothed in darkness,
the children with sweet orange lips slip among
whispers, go out with wavering candles among
crosses and mossy eyes in stone,
when children go out in the mist,
the children tasting of candy, of carelessly spilled
dreams, the children like faraway stars
flaming into the soft folds of darkness.
Dolores Stewart from Doors to the Universe
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