Full Moon Blues
I looked at the moon tonight,
I wished it were described
through her eyes,
so that only I could understand,
what it is she was looking for.
I would like to imagine passion,
like the lunar magic in a holistic pattern,
all of us drawn,
well especially her and me,
by the mystique of the moon.
I stayed inside then
the remainder of the night,
I knew the stars were there,
under the moon light,
we could all pretend we were
there together.
I listened to the blues,
wondered about certain energy,
hoped I might be alright,
to have this tendency,
to want to understand,
and get it.
Under the light of the moon,
Sang the blues in a quiet swoon.
A Better Day
Remember when
we came to terms
the sky sleek
the streets busy
we rode along
limited
all those conversations when we were in love
seemed such a distance away
moving through traffic
seeing same clouds for miles
wondering just how far my mind could go
if allowed
if given a chance
if the truth were told
we want so badly to move beyond the clouds
what is out there
is beyond our comprehension
yet here we are
traveling with a purpose
to get somewhere nearby
while that same formation
drifts further beyond our reach
when we do seek our destination
new formations begin to arrive
connect me with that spectacular trend
that this moment here would then mend.
