On moonless night
The lanterns flow, like a river to the stones
Young and old, the female forms waltz beneath them
Bonfires lite on Craggs and hills
To warm the souls of those departed.
Our woman dance, to the beat,
To the beat of the drums.
As energy builds
wild hair flows in the cool night air
flimsy, fabric, cherishing warm bodies.
The stones stand towering
Casting watchful shadows
Over the bridge and to the sea
Go the little boats of souls passed
whispering please have memories of me.
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