Indian Summer Moon

Contour of grace
Faith embossed upon a night sky
Indian Summer moon
Mystic freedom wraps its fragile fingers around the hours
Somewhere there are footprints left by no one
Immeasurable treasure discarded by the wise
If you can believe, it will be
40 days into eternity
You may lose your way
You may choose to stay
Shaman’s incense and fire-dance
Embers glow from his fingertips
Making you forget
And remember the longest day
When the sun sat still, like a topaz gem clasped in the heavens
When night was denied her conjugal visitation
The stars wept and dew became a golden mist