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