At a time

When chill called for a coat

and the youthful light was executed

I watched the moon impale heaven 

and stars melt on waves of the bay.

 

At a time

when past became future

and my beating heart shriveled

A man of misfortune

held my hand and cried.

 

At a time

when good morphed evil

into monsters of fathom

I recognized right,

wrong,

the happy in-between.

 

At a time

when the face of the man

conjured pure jubilance,

my heart burst 

and I froze

with memory of the November night.