The Night The Blue Moon Fill The Air With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Wen one feel the sun raise thus what one feel is the warm smile of the blue moon of respect and yet every touch of respect for once heart will feel the touch of respect every star that one see shall twinkle in once eyes but the night one will see the angel of the night sky yet the night the blue moon fill the air with respect.


For when one look to the sky thus one see the sparkle of respect but yet every min that one see the sparkle thus it's the blue moon that one see in the night sky yet just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose that is fill with respect where there respect for one will see a star but the night the blue moon fill the air with respect.


For every moment that one feel the sun thus what one feel is the touch of the blue moon that fill the air but when one saw the family of the angel thus the eyes is the sparkle that one see just to look to the sky for one wish for the touch of respect but yet the night the blue moon fill the air with respect.


Where there a warm smile thus it's the sun that blue moon fill with the touch of respect every moment that one see the angel that fill once heart with respect thus for who's heart will be touch with respect to the family respect mean a lot night after night one wish for the touch of respect and yet the night the blue moon fill the air with respect.