Wednesday, October 08, 2014


Under The Blood Moon

Eclipsed,
the moon loses itself
and fades into orange,
molested by the sun's overbearing light,
on the far side from me;
Everyone loves the Blood Moon.

But I just want the moon back,
I want to know it is there,
when I look up ~
shining glowing whitely
against the night sky
or hovering softly
with the morning's first breath,
I want to know it is there,
whether or not I look up ~
as familiar as your face in the window.

Everyone else loves the Blood Moon.

© ACG

08 October 2014

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