The Blood Red Moon
by cricketjeff on December 21, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The blood-red Moon this morning hid her face behind the clouds
I didn’t see her blush and fade away
This frozen winter solstice I was lost in sullen crowds
Of those who saw no beauty in the day
But though I couldn’t see her I could feel her pure delight
The magic transformation at the ending of the night
From now the days grow longer and we’ll start to think of spring
And every month the Moon will take her place
She’ll sprinkle shards of silver and the nightingales will sing
In tribute to her ever smiling face
And every time I see her I shall feel you in my heart
She carries reassurance to all lovers held apart
On some sweet night in summer we will meet beneath her gaze
And find our hearts first met so long ago
The rain of sacred moonbeams will contribute to the blaze
That only her disciples ever know
She’ll join us in the garden where our story was conceived
To raise a glass of starlight to a victory achieved
The Moon is best in Autumn over flaming golds and reds
Anointing all the best and sweetest fruit
And she will see the love songs that were written in our heads
That time and repetition can’t dilute
The blood-red Moon this morning will still take my love to you
Until she fades forever to a final fond adieu
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