Blue
Blue
is the moonlight,
silver,
across the bedroom
door,
the shadows
as clear
as morning,
the nights
of starlight
hidden,
upon the broken floor,
for whilst the path
is clear,
along the garden,
over the bridge,
into the meadows
open and near,
the trees still tremble
in whispers,
the last hush
of this passing day,
dawn might come
tomorrow,
if time
shows her the way.
For the moon
is high
you see,
beyond the distant hills
and towns,
searching
for her reflection,
in rivers, lakes
of opalescence,
still in the hollows,
the fog and mists
of October shrouds,
And so
the church bells
ring, the passing
of a season’s light,
fading by
the hollow echoes
of chiming hours,
for it’s you,
I dream
of tonight,
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