SITTING ALONE IN THE MOONLIGHT

Everyone
has to find
his own way to survive
sitting alone in the moonlight.

A soul is either liberated
by the reflections
of an incandescent moon
awash in the shimmering light,
or adrift
between two worlds,
compelled
to surrender in silence to the night
and the demons of disappointment.

I hold my fate
in my own hands,
as do we all,
and can drift
with purified intentions,
to the safety of invisibility
and remain lost in my own thoughts,
or embrace the sweetness
of the world
she left me,
rich with the fragrance
of her passion for life,
to invent new memories
that one day will greet me
as old friends.

What drives me to look forward
is what saves me.
The music I hear in the air,
a haunting melody of
intricate simplicity,
becomes recognizable,
belonging only to her,
to her quiet heart
and gentle spirit.

I look to the future with wonderment,
but I only feel anchored
when the door to the past
remains slightly ajar.


© JOHN PISCATELLA