Harvest Moon

The moon stayed whole 

For three nights

Like a beacon in the dark.

But what good are beacons to blind men?

The blind man complained

Of dark knights and flights

And lost his way to the sea

But what good is the sea to carriages?

The carriage waited impatiently

For the beauty to board

dressed for a musical soiree.

But what good is music for deaf ears?

Yet, that night when the blind man

Kissed my ear on a full moon

Sitting in a carriage by the sea

It was a jigsaw puzzle put in place.