Moon of Blue

Blossoming from the rock, a soul of desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon.

Hue of blue and grey,
A due of death and the breath
A blue moon rises in the west,
It seems so long ago
When the moon was so ...so best
And never went to the side of blue.

Now life is happening aside
Blossoming once, the flowers are dying now
This moon brought all the blue hue around
Just jammed in the middle of the sky.

A love is a death with a beginning and
An end just like a full moon to the blue moon
With the beginning of a new day
The moon is hidden and a new sun is about to born
Unlike that....moon of blue.