Red Moon Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Sitting in the backyard
as the sun sets in the pink sky
and the dark blue begins to unveil the stars

the noise of a beer can opening,
that sizzle cap sound,
illuminates the forecast of a divine night

Tropical deep house exudes the enchantment of our beating hearts
as we talk about the non existence of the days before and the days to come
we somehow survived

when the company we adore races towards us around the corner of the house,
home again,
two more cans sizzle free while two young boys dance on the lengthy grass
barefoot, singing the newest hit song of the week

we laugh and take pictures before they run off yelling good night,
Leaving just three girls giggling on the swing set
realizing the moon is red beyond the fields of lush green

'I don't know how much you've been drinking... but I see the red moon too'
'my darling, tell me, are we crazy or is the moon red? '

We are crazy,
but it was red.
A strawberry moon,
a juicy gorgeous fruit shining in darkness.

I get scared that one day my memory won't stay true
and will forget these details..
one of many dreamy times spent in this land away from real

The delicious evening of drinking and playing in the backyard
underneath the strangest sight of a strawberry moon.