The Night In The Blue Moon Is Like Out By Candle Light. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who stand in the blue moon is where one feel the touch of respect but when one who sit in the blue moon thus one could see the eyes of the family with a sparkle in their eyes for every touch of once heart thus the more once eyes sparkle in the night just to feel the breeze for it's like the night breeze whisper a name and yet the night in the blue moon is like out by candle light.


The night under the family that twinkle thus once eyes will sparkle in the night yet just to look into once eyes for one could see the twinkle but when one touch once heart thus it will be the blue moon of respect that shall touch once heart but yet the night in the blue moon is like out by candle light.


Just to feel the night breeze that whisper but every star that touch once eyes shall sparkle in the night with respect but when the stars twinkle thus it's the touch of the blue moon that is fill with respect and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect for one look to the night sky thus one see the blue moon for every min that one see the blue moon of respect but yet the night the blue moon is like out by candle light.


The night the blue moon shine thus it feel like a moon light dance by candle light that one see a angel of respect but yet it's the blue moon that wait to fill once heart and yet or every candle that one see is like the light of life just to feel the light of life is like feeling the touch of respect but the night the blue moon is like out by candle light.