Crescent Moon Through a Lonesome Cottonwood Stand

 

Crescent moon, October has arrived

Illuminating the darkest autumn night

Grasping branches, reaching above

Splintering silver shards of flaking bark

I climb into effervescent ultraviolet canopy

Through infinite heavens and eternal stars

The scarlet burning sky sinking aflame

To the west autumn, deception, ghosts and decay

To the north death, Halloween and All Saints Day

Yet I long for transcendental light and eastern rebirth

Freedom under the hauntingly beautiful southern cross seas

I peer into the cerulean cobalt mirror-like skies above me

I sink my vertebrate into the soft rich earth below me

I have covered each cardinal direction, or so it seems

Yet in truth, I have forgotten myself and my fellow man

In this tragedy of it all, I have lost my own direction

Until the glorious sunset and sunrise implore me

To rise above it all so ceremoniously and sacredly

Running along this lonesome cottonwood stand

Under silvery strands of the ephemeral majestic moon