Blue Moon...
Every Blue Moon, my senses grow and become more keen.
Accurately targeting even the unseen.
Every Blue Moon, with no beliefs, leaves the night incomplete.
Tis’ not an option, much like the electricity tracing each
vein that runs through me, The Blue Moon sings to me.
It hovers gracefully, lighting my way, keeping reality at bay.
Allowing a release of the imaginative figments that have been
scratching at the surface, ready to play.
The Blue Moon and I become one, only when the night blankets
the sun, My dreams grow their wings, able to fly, striking sparks
from the stars I am among. I am the Sky....
(2013)
Dedicate to Cory Garcia, You are an amazing writer and the inspiration you give me is ENDLESS! Never lose that passion you have for writing! Your voice is beautiful!
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