Obon, Samhain, Dia de los Muertos.
Whatever your tongue,
Call out to the ancestors.

Call them forth.  
No matter your connection as they walked in flesh,
Lean into the shadows beyond the veil.

Honor the lost, the lonely, the unheard.
Listen closely to the whispers,
As they call your name.

They know now the hollowed ground 
Upon which they once trod blindly.
Outstretched arms begging you to see,

To listen to the words wafting
Through autumn breezes,
With lessons for you alone.

Through half mast eyes,
Watch the sparkles that surround you,
Draping you with love.

Dance with the unseen soul 
Who holds your heart 
Forever in their own.