Blue moon, shining amongst the stars above
Dancing in my dream fishing in my heart
And way down in the deepest shades of dark
On the street below golden shining art
All of those dreams that died and vanished
Emeralds through the day rubies at night
All those smiles that go slipping in time
My blue laments cast out and banished
Only you I found down here in the dark
This shade of the moon refuge of my heart
The richest of gifts like Noah had the arc
Now that my blue moon has turned to gold
There is only light for my eyes to hold
About the Creator
Schmalz
Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.
The Easy Job
Sheets of bank paper float on drafts of air. Wind rushes from vacant spaces where glass panes used to be. Last images of a life lost. The bank manager's eyes stare at me from where he fell on the floor. His mouth moves slightly in desperate gasps for air, he won't get. A lake of red expands across marble tiles. All of his tomorrows are gone, and so are mine.
By The Invisible Writer2 days ago in Fiction
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