Under The Midnight Moon Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

In the still of the night, by the promise of the moonlight
Whispers of the wind, all I could hear are memories

Scattered stars hold my thoughts like silhouettes
Flashing on the clouds, the torn pages of my youth

For awhile, a cloud crept across the face of the moon
As dark as my old character, a stubborn child, I recalled

Now, my son is my mirror and I can feel inside of me
Those I took for granted he’s now feeding back to me

I must weld your dreams and restore your strength
With my bare hands to suffer for I am to be blamed

As long as there’s tomorrow for what I less-treasured
This wind that whispered by is another lesson I heard

So, again I clasp my hands to prolong this life I borrowed
Direct me right so I can pay him greater than what I owed