The Veil Between Worlds
An All Hallows’ Eve sonnet & a spooky 20-word story
Though the veil between worlds is fading thin
And you walk amongst us, shiny and light
Yet tonight, My Loves; I won’t let you in
Because tonight, My Loves, the time is right
I have watched your children grow every year
I have helped your animals home in strife
I have whispered my stories, in your ear
But now Dears; I grow weary of your life
Instead, My Loves, light a candle for me
So I may pass, to my own light — be free.
I’ve always loved the imagery used to describe things/spaces in between: From ‘The Light between Oceans’, ‘the rest between heartbeats’ (I always think of music), to ‘The Silence between Thoughts’. Someone once told me that ‘The Veil between Worlds’, is the thinnest on All Hallows’ Eve, and it always stuck with me.
Because there is something magical about the dividing space, that intersection, the ‘not the one or the other-ness’, about the in-betweens. And if you’re standing there, in that slip between worlds, there’s maybe a choice, of which side you’re supposed to be on, or perhaps even another door.
