blue moon

blue moon, i hear you speaking to me like a cello being strummed in the outskirts of my dreams, like a whisper to my soul, feels real to me, and true. blue, blue, blue, beautiful existence—a sliver of God, a rose, a speckled rock, and you. how am i able to catch your glimpse in the corners of my eyes, in any direction i turn, blue moon, i see you. your presence has a sound, it has a rhythm, a tone, your color strokes my bones. i see you. in here. like the Universe all around me…i see. bigger than my mind can paint a day gold. i see.