Cathartic Moons

When there is a rise in the horizon

we could easily ignore the reality,

perhaps it is a coincidence,

the waves sing slapping ferocity.

 

When the world seems a little strange

we always do recall that one time,

our laughter can become real,

in the midst of a memory’s confusion.

 

When we awake in the morning sun,

we welcome the passage of time

nostalgic notions of a lunar design

could remain that romantic omen.

 

When while the seasons mark an age

we could decide upon a framework,

a purposeful acknowledgment of time

so many moons, so soon I’m blind.

 

When where we struggle to define,

starlit skies may humble our kind.