Resonance of Memory

The moon is full tonight, the air soft and warm; Though in a distant city, it feels like home. Memories of nights when the moon paraded in Glory above distant trees promenade through my Mind, like the couples and families along the banks Of the Danube, bring the bitter sweet song of Nostalgia. The evening wanes and the soft ivory disk hardens, Rising higher into the sky, now crisply white, cold And unforgiving, the crowd a little quieter, walking Faster as though to escape its baleful eye. The air takes on a chill; it is time to wind up the hill To my temporary home, the image of the newly Rising moon, softly made, yet pleasing my mind.