Under the October Moon
How could this be a dream when what I felt, and what I have saw, was intimately authentic and real?
It was under the October moon when I saw her. Wearing an elegant violet dress that hugs her body and runs down the floor, she mysteriously looks at me. Her eyes beg for me to come nearer, a magical force making my legs move forward towards her.
They say that the October Moon is the month when the moon shines the brightest. And mystical things seem to come alive when the moon is the biggest. The elderly also mention the October Moon is the time when you will see your imaginations come to life. An intimate and raw experience for those whom destiny has favored. And each experience was said to be full of purpose, giving truthful revelations and offering wisdom to the ambitious visionaries.
But I was neither a visionary nor favored by destiny. My legs continue to walk toward her, each step light and fluid as if the air was carrying my body to her. The girl with the purple dress also has her eyes the same color as her dress — deep, mysterious, and almost majestic to look at. Her outfit sparkles in each subtle move she makes under the moonlight. I reach out and begged to touch her with my hand. Just as my hand was within reach of her, she disappeared. It was as if her spirit flew and transformed to ashes to be carried away by the wind. Desperate for her, just for even a look or a moment, or even just a name, I try to chase the purple dust. I speed myself up, running and pursuing her, even if it was for just a few seconds. And suddenly, I found myself falling. My body continues to plunge into the deep, into what seemingly feels like forever.
Just as I can feel the ground, or whatever is there to stop me from falling, collide with my body, I shiver and suddenly open my eyes. My eyes open and I sit immediately upright. A dream, so beautiful, yet so heartbreaking. How could this be a dream when what I felt, and what I saw, was intimately authentic and real?
It was under the October Moon when my eyes caught sight of the girl with the violet dress. And it was in a dream when I lost her, blown away and disappearing into the wind.
