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