The citrine moon frowns before a scattering of wry stars.
Ever the fool and often rebuked, I make a vain wish.
The blood moon mocks my plea with scorn and a wink
and dares me to dance wild and free in his callous beam.
The white moon ruthlessly pursues the truth to see beneath
a mask of constant false glee, cracking at last to slap the earth.
The blue moon sighs with regret while reluctant tides sing
ebb and flow songs of quiet melancholy and frantic elation.
The stringent ink awaits and I know in my secret heart
that burrowing is useless, that fear is ageless and that
the moon will still frown.
About the Creator
Kat Nove
I'm a native Texan who would rather pour a colony of fire ants down my ear canal than listen to country & western music. Willie Nelson is the exception to this rule.
My website is https://babblethenbite.com/
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