In the Blue of the Moon


Tortured soul ask not why
It is not yours to define or cross
The unladen boundaries of here nor there
Or uncover the mysteries from beyond
For they will uncover themselves to you
When the nights are dark
The reflection of the blue moon shines in your eyes
You see and ask, "Why is the moon blue?"
From your open window, your soul shine aches
As arches of nightlife flood your mind
It is in the hue of the blue where your solace will be
Let it seep through
And catch sight of your healing place
Which beckons from your heart

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