Blue Moon
Rising is the Blue Moon.
An amazing sight to behold.
You won't see one again very soon.
They are beautiful, I was told.
The night wears on.
We stare at this amazing sight.
Before we know it, it's almost gone.
It is the end of the night.
And as the Blue Moon sets;
I will hold you in my arms.
And watch the sight fall.
I protect you from all the harms,
I choose you over all.
The Blue Moon dissapears
Behind a dark horizon
It won't be back for many years
When it returns, my time will have been long done.
Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2011
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