Haloed Moon


there are times in the stillness of an autumn night
when a full, pewter moon is haloed by frothy clouds
I stand alone in the demulcent beams of silvered light
breezes bearing the first, faint chill play with my hair
whisper in my ears of ancient autumns long passed
where restless winds hovered over forgotten shores
they remind me I've had many lost faces and names
forms both fierce or fair, lifetimes royal and plebeian
the struggles of those lives lie buried in my memory
undisturbed, unrecognized, though they shaped me
taught me, enabled me to become who I have become
they have always been there amid the white noise
warring and warning, their influence waxing, waning
like that haloed moon in its timeless cycles of light
then I know, though my path is different, I'm not lost