Suspended

Drawn to the hole in the ceiling of my thoughts

The smallest place where the stars whisper secrets

Falling against the backdrop of night

These days overshadowed by a moon so bright.

I caught a glimpse of blue

Un impeded by the pushiness of clouds

Suspended I drift

Stopped at the glass above me,

Held in by the walls and the chill

Of a strange October day.

I look up the see the confetti

Leaves falling as far as the eye can see

And they mirror the soul as they meander their way

Touching down like tissue paper

See through shells of their yesterday

Faded to yellow and brown,

Having shed the Rose red gown

As they had lived one last day

Waving to the mere mortals down below

Never realizing the ball must end,

And here they sit

Reflective images of my thoughts,

Sitting idle pressed to a clear view

Outside peering in,

Waiting for the next journey to blow them away

Into the earth

Death that comes on another day.

Reaching to the moon

Dream thief creeps in darkness

Hiding from the glow catching shadows

Shining light on hidden thoughts

Left behind in another world

Another life.

Hunters moon stands

Sweet Luna in autumn finery

I see the fox move through tall grasses

My helper searching for

The keeper of my lost dream.

If I could walk to the edge

The place where the forest rises

Skeletal fingers touching her loveliness

And I stand alone to reach

On tiptoed feet as far as my hands will stretch

Trying to gather the beauty

Selfish in my quest to hold

A bit of her light 

To catch her up in a bottle

And drink of the goddess that stands

In October haughtiness

Laughing.