The Lunar Seventh Month
The Lunar 7th. Month The seventh month arrives with an eerie cry, A time of spirits, ghosts, and wandering eyes. In the shadow of the seventh moon, When twilight twinkle, spirits appear too soon. The hungry ghosts begin to roam, From the graves they leave their empty home. The living tremble with anxious feet, While others welcome the hungry spirits. With open arms and generous hands, Hoping for blessings in this haunted land. Joss sticks, paper burning bright, To appease them through the endless night. The air is thick with eerie call, As past and present touch once more. On silent streets the homeless sprites wail, Ghostly feet walking along the trail. In this month the veil is thin, Between our world and where they are now in. A time of awe, a time of fear A month of high regards, year after year. We honor them with food and song, Numerous getai for them to sing along. Respect the spirits, heed their call, For one day, we may join them all. Author : MikeleeFye 27 July 2024