Blue Moon
Eerie
misty morning blue
warped pane divides the moon
stolen in the night by the Sandman’s greed
halfway to Heaven
riding rays of pink and amber suede
burned out stars leave black holes in the sky
dew drops fall
crystallizing the cold countryside
cracked pane multiplies the shattered moon
velvet, midnight eyes
watch for the Wandering Jew
lifeless silhouettes frozen in time
daydreams and nightscapes
absent from the mind
infinite footprints stain the house, the earth
eternal soulprints illuminate the heart, the hearth
curious November chill grows loud, grows selfish
dying orange embers pop, crackle, hiss
missing pane, splintered glass
tear stained, punctured flesh
nightingale sings a solemn tune
warped pane, broken moon
E.A. O’Connell
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