blue moon in hiding
You were there, beyond the veil of night,
lingering just somewhere out of sight,
once in blue moon sorrows, you descend
till the sunlight chases you again.
Beyond shadows of a doubting eye,
there you sleep, and you forever lie
Keeping all the vestiges of me,
yesterdays of how I used to be;
I was bitter, sobbing to the wind,
I was young, and playing my pretend.
Then my father pointed to the sky,
told me there were faces riding by,
between all the streetlights I could find,
I looked up and smiled there, in kind.
Hoping Ursa Major would return
with pockets full of novas yet to burn,
with tails of little comets, sent from you,
and promises of seeing something blue.