Harvest Moon
Austere and cold, the harvest moon
adrift through raven skies, alone.
Do you divine some ancient rune,
or are you but a mute, gray stone?
The timeless void that you traverse
holds earth and stars eternal course.
Will you convey a prophet's curse,
or lead all men unto their source?
Your haunting, amber face conceals
enigmas of the heavens deep.
The sparkling stars that dusk reveals
assuage us each night's silent sweep.
We view your vast, celestial realms
from sheltered dens on earth below.
You steer the broad, nocturnal helm
to guide us safe through heaven's flow.
We ponder on this cloud-strewn night
before we seek out sleep and dreams,
might we join you where stars shine bright
to soar your wide, ethereal streams?
Harvest Moon
*for the harvest moon, 2013
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