Under the Harvest Moon

Under the harvest moon's soft glow,

A golden tear upon the field,

Memories bloom, like seeds we sow,

Of love once held, emotions sealed.

Whispers of laughter on the breeze,

A hand in hand, beneath the stars,

Your voice, a song that brings me peace,

Though echoed now from distant spars.

The fields stand still, a silent plea,

For seasons past, the joy we knew,

The orchard's bounty, bittersweet,

A harvest moon, a poignant hue.

The leaves descend, in graceful dance,

A fiery waltz, a crimson rain,

Like burning embers, given chance,

To rise again, to bloom again.

And though the moon may wane and wane,

And shadows lengthen, day by day,

Your love remains, a gentle flame,

To guide me on, to light my way.