Blue Moons

I sit up and gaze at the stars tonight,
Scrutinizing the skies, palms clasped together,
I dream. I ponder what tomorrow may bring.
Will it be like yesterday?

Yesterday was colorful, but today it is dulled
By the Sands of Time.
And really, I want something better, special -
I want my very own Blue Moon.

I used to believe I could have fairytales -
Rapunzel's silky hair, A kiss to awaken my slumber,
A slipper to make me princess, A magic wand to right all wrongs,
The big bold Disney: "And they all lived happily ever after!"

Those dreams have vanished. I am different now.
Reality snatched my gaze from the stars.
There is no silky hair. No prince. No magic wand.
There are Pimples. Breakups. Bills.
Do Blue Moons even exist?

Today, I am back on my windowsill,
Less sure than before, but forever hoping:
Dear Blue Moon,
Butterflies are made from caterpillars,
Entire galaxies from scintillating stars,
Thunderstorms from minute droplets,
I will wait - ever patiently - for you to come to me.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wow! I adoringly love this! It has such a brilliance to it, that comes to a most effulgent glow in your last stanza. What a thrill to have found this little gem in my night sky!

[Bubbles]

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