Blue Moon Poem by kevin bigham

Oh let me lay my head, tonight upon thine breast

and close my eyes against the fading light

my spirit needs rest, for i stand a weary man

as the sadness of the world has taken a unique perspective

turn me to you, and count tidings that the moon shades a certain color blue

though hearts remaining hopelessly intertwined

may turn around and hide, no longer all in for the long ride

i carry the memory of fond thoughts of you deep inside

and the depth of love found in my pit never lies

for true affection was realized, the night your blue moon died in my eyes

if the stain of strife were washed away by the joys of life

and an eternity of being apart, were solved by consequences of the heart

then i would kiss your forehead touching your soul

make passionate love to you until we grew old

You would be the dream that cause the very heavens to swoon

and a once forgotten heart, would find room

under the pale shadows, of the bluest of moons...KB