THE HARVEST MOON
BY R. MIRANDA
And what if true love
was but a wish —
the tattered end
of an old forgotten dream?
Or better yet,
a well-worn dream
that becomes yellowed,
faded,
dusty
from being set aside
for so long.
Frail
like an old love letter,
written on parchment,
folded,
unfolded
hundreds of times.
Her love letter,
filled with promises
and hope of tomorrow —
a shared life
beyond the reality of now.
Transcending flesh.
Passions flame,
not quite extinguished.
Somehow still smoldering —
trapped within a tiny ember of desire.
A spark that frees itself from its mortal prison,
then drifts
towards the heavens,
softly,
slowly,
becoming one with all.
Forgotten dreams.
Wishes,
igniting,
setting ablaze —
this Harvest Moon. | RM
R. MIRANDA WAS BORN IN SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. HE IS NATIVE AMERICAN (MAYAN, APACHE, YAQUI) AND SPANISH/ROMANIAN. HIS WRITING IS A FORM OF POSITIVE FOCUS AND HEALING AND EXPRESSION.
