Blue Moon

Still I cry. Still my eyes bleed. They bleed the blood of a father Who loves his prodigal daughter. But I suffer worse. I know where she is. I know I can't see her Till the Bloodshot moon runs blue. Like a mother separated from her Baby girl Snatched, ripped, torn from her Loving arms With only a thread of faith To sustain her through the now Unbearable months Under the Bloodshot Moon.