Hello old friend
peeking over dark horizons
& exposing those
ancient hiding places
My spirit rises with you
restless,
like the tide
I am homeless in my mind,
as safe sanity
slips
into your grip of
lunar lunacy
heralded in
by howling dogs
& ambulances
into the night
I love you over the ocean,
shimmering;
the white light
bed-spreading over me,
warming me &
my Cancerian mood
You will never be a blue moon to me,
sometimes
red, yellow, silver lined and occasionally,
eclipsing shades of black but
never blue
So big & bright
so full in the night
it's only a matter of time before
you're " Coca-Cola-ing"
across the sky
" Enjoy "
your space while you can
old friend, because
as old " Lucky Wilbury " once said
" these times,
they are a changing "


LPConvey