after the harvest moon wake the nightlong harvest of thoughts stead of dreams i lost along the way i felt full when you are tired and empty of sleep you are the most full of moonlight of no recollections leading to a wistful day pondering fall ghost blossoms attracting tired pollen gatherers dreaming awake how they nod drained and heavy with bumbles i plucked a wand from the swamp and tried to charm mister the way home.