autumn moon
by mandaceehb
with dilating irises as dark as the troubled night
i wonder if the moon is a mirror of emotions
if he gazed at the moon thinking of love would that
celestial light in his eyes descend on me today
would the moon collect golden gleams of emotion in a perfectly symmetrical palette and
reflect the perfection of pure human feeling to the world
or are the dark specks brushing its surface the tails of regret
of an elusive moon goddess who ceased to exist by her lover’s side
centuries ago?