Thursday, March 31, 2011

Poem #393

Almost caught up :)
Vote: http://inkpop.strutta.com/entry/157085

Blue Moon
Once in a blue moon,
That’s how the old phrase goes.
But what does that truly mean?
It means now and then,
But when does “then” come?
Or is it something that’s purely unseen?
It comes and it goes.
Thought you hold on tight,
It won’t remain in your hands.
But you can always keep it,
Held in your heart,
And it will take you to distant lands.
So why is it blue,
A color so sad?
Shouldn’t it be something bright?
The moment brings joy,
Straight into the heart.
It brings the darkness to light.

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