When the moon is full

When the moon is full

Blood red or chalk white

Both visible, inseparable

Together and apart

The air warm, seeped in memory

Hushed with anticipation

Of an awakening

There is a space in my heart

Still waiting

For your reappearance

Even as the days roll on

With little to grasp worthy of the effort

It would take to hold on

There is a lightening of the gloom,

A welcome passage in progress

Through disorder

Whenever a memory

Catches the imagination

Burning as brightly as the rising sun,

The fear of forgetting the importance

Of the past

In the making of me

Is pushed back.

A momentary gain of absolution

The sky a lifted lid

Open to persuasion

Sight unseen replaced,

The fulness of my life

Reestablished as a gift

So much of it held in reserve

Preserved in satisfaction

Humbled by remembrance

With hope and thankfulness,

You are there,

Woven into the fabric of my soul