Under a Blue Moon
At night there's a blue moon, shining far above;
And underneath the landscape turns lavender-gray
Clouds throw still shadows upon the field
Sleeping flowers gaze up where they lay
With a singular eye of undisturbed dreaming
In the hour that past and future embrace
And sounds and sensations, of world and sleeper
Meld again together, while leaving no trace.
All beloved's find each other's arms again;
The lost and the hunted both come at one call
Even death can't resist those abysmal hours
Though the rest of the time, there exists a wall:
Except for the crazy, the world's kept divided
And does not permit one to enter or leave
Except he belong to the dead or the living;
For the latter there's love; for the former, there's grief-
The moon's only blue seen through your blue eyes, love:
And I'm saving that moonlight, for time is a thief.
Beautiful as usual my friend.
oh love wrote with passion