HARVEST MOON
I awoke from a dream early this morning,
stepped outside…was met by a cold autumnal breeze
and the glow of the harvest moon
over the mountains…peeking through the trees.
I was reminded of a legend
one with an indigenous theme
that…If for some reason you can’t sleep at night
It means you’re awake in someone else’s dream.
If that was the case I stood in the cold…
enjoying the crickets nightly tune
and watched through the trees and over the mountains
the setting of that harvest moon
I watched her shine her light across the sky…
watched her slowly drop…
watched her wave goodbye…
and dive behind the mountain top.
And I thought…
if I am awake in someone else’s dream
wherever they may be
there dream will be a beautiful dream
if they’re dreaming my reality.
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