blue moon

by walterdoege

today I was looking for a while to the moon…full moon…magnificent in the sky…most of the time I feel me close to the moon, perhaps because I like very much the night… the stars…the night atmosphere…the night sweetness…the night soft presence….kindness in the night….love in the night…night is not the time of the sunny day…and the moon seems to be not the one of today…long not for yersterdays…I wish not for tomorrows…the moon shapes herself limitless in time…she moves on quietly in sky, near the ocean…the horizon…she moves on quietlly…for the passage keeps going by itself…blue moon is eternity somehow…and not, she shapes all the time…she looks to me somehow…I feel her on my skin… and blue is the color of sky in the day, with no clouds, or some clouds…and blue is a sad mood too, a down beat vibe, some broken heart hurt…today is the second full moon on august…from astronomical and folk tradition it’s was named blue moon…watching to the full moon I see other colors, someway at some point in the sky she seems to change color…blue tonality, a big silver jewel, depending on my looking, other colors, some tonality of intermitent flash appearence…sparkling moonlight! other times…it seems that she, the moon, the moon also looks to me…perhaps me and she make a good one…some kind of blue with silver sparkling…moonlight is different time to time…she comes to sight a colorful myriad tonality…at the beach , when she  was born from the ocean, I stay closer to  seashore and feel the water touching my feet…even in winter…in winter the night is more beautiful, more clearcut, sharp…such a moon was born from the very height…may the blue moon is looking-wide place herself in all…the blue moon is always another  and always the same for me…bluecolorful moon, blue moon…moonlight is  a beacon in the night…I am always another and always the same too…we, the blue moon and me,  we are never the same, always anothers…the joyful moonlight blue  moon…the little sad full moon, from reveries of nights gone by, winter nights…sharp nights…clear nights…it seems that she, the moon, she is naked in the sea coast…her sparkling moonlight seems to send to me a sentiment that she is not alone because of me, I feel…she seems to express…something like this, like lovers…  cause I feel not aloneness near her…she comes to me, we embrace us as lovers do…and time and distance are illusion…and finitude is illusion…under the night parfum…I stay close to her…she is naked and this night is a lover’s night…at sunrise, we were sleeping…a night of love…blue and blue full moon, full of love, full of joy, full of me…we are happy…in love…and time passes…for another sundown is near…she is arriving…I feel her parfum…nights of love…she is beautiful…and dressing a silver jewelry…she is naked… she is close to me…and we  hold us and stay together like lovers do under the moonlight near the sea…a blues to the  moon we sing…and dance…and stay together like lovers do…blue blues blue nights… she is a lovely and beautiful woman…and beauty and loveliness is an ever lasting sentiment… keep on living and keep on living like lovers do…daily trials, night near the ocean that refuses no river…she…me…under a blue moonlight