harvest moon dreams

I searched through the thick, tall rows of the wheat fields

From the roots to the heads,

I trolled endlessly until every grass was peeled

I stared up at the moon and cried for her intent

for any hint,

a sign

God, where is she? Where does she hide?

I crawled on the ground like a scared mouse

I desperately needed a warm house

Maybe a friend

Certainly a quick end

I could smell the dirt in the air

Sweat dripping from the ends of my hair

I remember clearly, my face was bare

My eyes were dark,

hickory brown

I wore turnips woven like a crown

I was thin, so thin and pale

I collapsed atop a scratchy hay bale

My throat itched and the sky turned light

The grass was water and I floated by

On my hay bale, I started to cry

Goodbye, Goodbye

Goodbye, Goodbye

I woke late in the cold night

Shaking in a terrible fright

The harvest moon burned with a red light