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...
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