Blue Winter Moon

Look up!

And see the blue winter moon—

Crumbling with delight,

Echoing my broken pastime of singing,

Laughing on broken boats that

Dock by the waves under the bridge.

I see the twinkling smile—

It watched with eyeless eyes and

Empty pupils where watchdogs used to sleep,

But now they just rest.

I wonder if it's real or

I see nothing I don't want to.

I see the blue winter moon—

Where the farmers farmed gold

And sung their phantoms into existence

And cried them away the very next day.

I wonder if it's real or

I see nothing I don't want to.

I see the clouded skies that part ways

Parting for the blue winter moon,

Shining so briefly until day—

Why so blue? I wonder if it's real.

Oh! My blue winter moon,

I wonder if it's real

Till the dead sun rises and the bitter day comes,

And I see everything I don't want to.

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I hope you enjoyed that! I realize it's been a while since I posted on here, and I do apologize. I've been insanely busy lately. This poem was just a reflection of some things I've been thnking. Leave a comment with your thoughts below. I'll see you in the next post!