“On the day of the dead, when the year to dies . . .”

Bonfires light the darkness
And the vale is lifted for one night -
The two world become one
In the fires’ living light.

Sisters and brothers, join the circle -
Dance the dance and sing the song.
Tell the old tales, remember the old ways
Before they all fade ‘ere long.

All souls return, are all one again.
For this one night, the void is crossed
And all souls, living and dead,
Recapture what once was lost.

When the dead awaken,
When the sleepers rise,
The song of being, the dance of life,
Shall be lifted to the skies.

Night gives way to dawn,
Old ways give way to new,
Death gives way to life -
It’s a cycle we must all go through.

Now is the time to remember.
Today will be yesterday soon.
They all must reside in the memories
Or else be left to the moon.

On this, the Day of the Dead,
All become one in the night -
All life becomes one living soul.
And all share the inner light.

“On the day of the dead, when the year to dies . . .”

“Bonfires dot the rolling hillside,
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.”
~ Lorenna McKennitt, “All Souls Night” ~