Blossoming from the rock
A soul of a desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon
Hues of blue and gray
A due of death today
A blue moon rises in the west
It seemed so long ago
When the moon was so-so
And never went to the side of the blue
Now life is happening
And flowers are dying
The moon so blue is in the middle of the night sky
A love is a death
With a beginning and end
Just like the blue moon
With the beginning of a new day
The moon is hidden
And a new life is born
Unlike the moon of blue
Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield
They way you wrote it is so interesting and it had a unique flow to it and I love how you gave the moon interersting characteristics. Two thumps up. - Ryu-Ohki
hey, this is a neat poem. its one that only a few, maybe only you can understand. i can almost grasp the concept behind it! its a neat poem! dont listen to the guy below me who commented. he doesnt know what hes talking about. love always, starr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dustin This is a good poem, keep it up