Blue Moon

BluemoonI weep my silent tears that
no-one ever hears
nor knows occur
except for her….

My darling, lady moon.

She knows my secret sorrows
in all of my tomorrows
yet, never betrays those secrets
already told.

She’s big, she’s bright, she’s bold
and daring but yet, delicate and
oft times softly pale
caring only for her moon-child
minds well-being.

I tell her everything and
she sits there listening
never condemns
nor apportions blame
as she shines up above
on this one, she so loves.

I speak to her in whispers
of dreams that never came true
of years of silent waiting
for someone such as you
(my mate in soul)
who found me
but cannot be with me
much less share my life.

So, my lady moon
I turn to you once more
weep these silent tears
for the one that I adore
pour out this sorrow
from my aching heart
knowing that those
milken drops of mine
will reach the safety of your
Blue-moon hue
and that my secret sadness
is forever safe with you.

~*~
© Daydreamer              *All rights reserved

I wrote this back in 2000. Thought I’d publish again

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles