The Ruby Moon... Poem by Rick Neal

I spend the night inside my soul
beneath the Ruby Moon.
Amid the bouncing echoes
here inside my solemn tomb.
Where each wall has a mural,
painted scenes in shades of tears...
And I sit in the corner,
I've been sitting here for years.
Today looks like tomorrow
and just like yesterday.
Who can tell the difference
from the corner anyway?
But I don't cry for yesterdays
I wear them on my face.
I earned each wrinkle proudly
as I fell from youthful grace.
And when my night is over,
and my Ruby Moon has set,
I will fade from memory...
How sad we all forget.