Blue Moon

She said blue moon is rising it understands what it is like to love to be human and alone uncertain imperfect. She knows the sun and the moon argues as to who will bring me to slumber I give into the night. I prefer to walk in light of day. I will slumber sleep under he the moon the orbiting albino with one thousand shafts of light as it casts cool upon the sea. Blue moon tonight a big crescent balloon shaving slivers from our soul over calm surface of the sea. Hold my hand and kiss me while the moon brings high tide to shore. It is a song of longing from blue moon of August full moon drum of the sea as the stars shine like small pearls. Minute moons in the sky dazzling images of light they wrap the blue seaweed sparkling, dancing and dizzy of tides. We embrace and kiss the sea horses neigh all the island mermaids come out to sing...