Harvest Moon
The sky is bright tonight,
The harvest moon a beacon
Eclipsing city lights,
Its orange glow a fire
That sets the sky aflame
And turns stray clouds
Into puffs of smoke -
A haze of grey and gold
That envelops me
And hurls me back in time
To that silver shore
Where sand scatters like ashes,
Where your breath is the tide
That steals mine,
Your pulse the current
That speeds mine.
I could lie here for all time -
For a moment
With salt in my hair
And rapture in my heart.
Beneath a sky of staring stars,
A thousand eyes that blink
With wary wonder
At our courage to lie so close
To the blurred edge,
Where waves tear up the shore
Like icy claws or eager fingers,
Desperate for a touch,
For an illusion -
A moment of warmth.
The sky is bright tonight,
The harvest moon a menace
Invading my mind's eye.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012
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