The moon was like an acrylic painting
All grey and white
And then the violet came with the BlueMoon
And then it tattooed her name
And she was a rose of the night in a dream
Of her and her BlueMoon dreams.
YOU ARE READING
The moon by the sea and the pink roses of a sunset dream
PoetryThe only one song that makes sense Is if it is written by me Your love of a dream And after the dream Comes the sunset And then the sunrise And now we are each other's Forever hearts at a time.
