By Isabella Aria (rhale@emory.edu)
Date: 21 January 1998

One June and a Red Moon

We danced in the warm summer sand.
Foam waves quinched,
While the wind pushed its way through our black sail strands.
Her salty breath fed and teased our tongues.
And there, we rocked my unborn son.
I see your shoulders arched in the crimson light.
Starving bodies row in the Carolina night.
Sipping on longing
Hid amongst the weeded dunes
Given...
Was all my love
One June and a Red Moon.

Now you question her birth outside your mind.
Did she ever truly love a moment in time?
I did; I say.
I am the ghost crab hiding in my haven home.
I am the sand flea feasting on a frolicing moan.
I am the grain meshed hands in passion's delight.
I am a lost ship sailing out of heaven's sight.

Now lighthouses share their tales of unrequited love, 
Broken vessels and a dying dove.
Now his beacon calls to deaf ears,
And drunk oceans are made on Simon's peers.
No comfort can I give.
No soothing words for sorrow's tune.
For all was given, to you my love,
One June and a Red Moon.