Linda Hepner - Blue Moon

Look up, girl!
The moon once more transformed into a moon
no longer owns you or invades your night,
and it belongs to you as if the past
has been a dream that blew
away and faded
when the morning dawned to own the sky.

Gone, gone, girl!
The orb obsessed you, once a tune
humming like ghosts, blurring your flashing sight.
The missile landed, but its tragic blast
exploded, then renewed
reality, invaded
just when I thought from moonshine I would die.

Look up, girl!
Now the brightness lights my night like noon –
rising in splendor, full and dazzling white
sharing its glory with your life at last,
epiphanies so few:
delight upgraded
freeing the memory for mind and eye.

LRH
2.1.10

Linda Hepner

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