Blood Moon
This April night, the jasmines sigh
a gentle, fragrant breath
like fallen stars, they watch the sky
envious of death
Tethered, earthbound, by their vines
how cruel, these crafty ropes
yet still they fail now to confine
the faintest of all hopes
When upon the stroke of midnight
the moon became as blood
vermillion shadows snuff the light
now outshone by a bud
A single, white, celestial bloom
with dew each petal drips
gazes at the scarlet moon
so woefully eclipsed
While stars can live for eons
star jasmines live one moon
both own the night like neon
though one is gone too soon
A blood moon, even rarer still
envies every star
a prophecy too soon fulfilled
yet leaves no lasting scar
When the last jasmine flourishes
for me, sad joy it brings
while ruby moonlight nourishes
and silver starlets sing
And how it wishes, how it yearns
to escape this earthly sphere
and twinkle down each lyric learned
to this observer here.
*written during the “blood moon” eclipse
that took place on April 14th, 2014
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