(I told the moon...)
A wide, lanterned space shines with excitement
autumn nights....are just perfect for a moondance
the harvest, music, joy shared, all bring enchantment
atmosphere smells sweet, fragrant with love and romance
this magical moment inebriates...sounds are high
full lemon moon glows on a pumpkin patch...i stare
at orange mums, lovely, 'neath a limitless, starry sky
i told the moon, all must enjoy.....this night is rare...
fine time to dance.....it's the perfect season
i sip pumpkin-flavored coffee.....windblown hair
matters not..but, joy is not all, i sense some tension
i told the moon........this night better be fair...
laughter and good music should echo tonight
yet, the dark hears sighs.....air smells of despair,
silhouettes shun the light....quickly, they multiply
i told the moon.............this just isn't fair...
two cold, empty, fallen chairs create shadows
a sad, tumbled story told in the dark, who knows?
yes...it dominates, that sweet scent of harvest air
still, i ask the moon...when will love ever be fair?
fireflies are waning...dying in the dark
for some, magic is nowhere, it suddenly stopped
the dull, the gray, the sadness...all so stark,
music goes on...will the spark ever be back?...perhaps!
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 17, 2018