August moon

 White moonskims the leaves lonely in a migrantsky. August chimes toharvest sigh & I have lost youin my dreams. You left me herewithout a sound slipping intosilent sleep the sleep I nevercan undo. How many moonshave waxed & waned? How many Autumnsshed their leaves? A faded photorandom genes & memoryis all that’s left of you. A matchstick ona moving shore a random grasp at‘’might have been’’ I’m rwinding spoolsof  empty dream to find the beachthat we once knew.