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The crisp moonlight
changes from milk white
to a pale orange
as the clouds part
to reveal
a round pumpkin
in the heavens.

I watch the flames
of the bonfire,
reflecting
in the glow of the eyes
that surround me --
a gleeful glance
of those half-entranced,
reveal nothing more
to this night.

As the flickers jump
in a wild moondance,
I can see the edge
of the world between
now and forever
blur
until there is nothing
that separates us
in this delicate waltz.

Faster and faster,
the wind swirls until
the autumn leaves
dance amongst
the ghostly figures
that gathered around
us here.