Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

The Brightest Star Has Burned Out


Double eclipse of the blue moon look above,
from below the blind light of.
Closer to us yesterday sped away tomorrow is.
It all came together to soon torn apart.
Countless speeches,
one love it can teach us all the right way.
Less here have lived than died the world over.
Deceived by a broken heart,
received by one heart made by you again whole.
A single eclipse of the red moon you see.
One half inch farther away every year.
My dreeams have been vivid each night you I dream of.
Tell me, I will try to remember your name,
be right on the edge see my face come alive.
The moon on my face has gone out it's still bright.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 03, 2014

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