Bee Spit Blue Moon Poem

Blue Moon

Blue Moon
Blue Moon
Not knowing what to do
Only knowing life is, beyond blue.

This has come to be known as never.
Sung to a very cold, unfeeling tune.
One would have to be lucky or clever,
To find that only once in a blue moon.

The search can be a source of many wonders,
Or frought with such hopeless extremes.
Writing into itself another of lifes chapters.
Will it be of joy or will it be of vanished dreams.

When you are tired of the sad story and song
And you've lost the ability to feel.
Come back to the world where you belong
And search for ways to help yourself heal.

Blue Moon
Blue Moon
Make it shine for you
Never again to be, beyond blue.

by

~ Bee Spit ~

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