it is cold again
the moon is no longer soft
just rust and iron
a corroded artery
casualty of loneliness

still its seductive
I cannot resist its charm
temptation to dream
rain slips down the window pane
you paint my sleep into light

Am I destined to
only find you in the dark
at the edge of stars
the burning flames and shadow
conjuring mere reflection?

Are you now reserved
to be a thought in the mind
a cloak of the heart
something I can always feel
but will never touch again?

the wind whimpers reply
illuminating the sad truth
Ill always miss you

forever blue-moon
loving you from a distance
is hard to do...
not loving you at all
impossible