RELIVING

Beneath the autumn sky

I saw him sitting

Astride the crescent moon

Fishing

For memories

That had become stars

So very long ago

And I can’t help but wonder

If mine would be one

He would keep

In his basket perhaps

If not his heart

Or would he just drop it back

Into the sea of fireflies

To be lost forever

Fading….

Silently emptying

Its drops of love

Into the vast indigo!

MS