Crimson moon

Melchman50

Saffron and sickly hues

Of everlasting dews

The sighs of one

Onto the other wither

In the fortress of solitude

 

And she sings the blues

Under the crimson moon

And she sings the blues

Under the crimson moon

 

Standing by the shores

Of a slow moving river

Not a whisper of wind

Throughout the heavens

A pale dessert of  white lilies

Lights the heavy darkness

 

And she sings the blues

Under the crimson moon

And she sings the blues

Under the crimson moon

 

¸Dog days, dog days

In the region of shadows

Silence and meditation

Entwine in the night mist

She sings of a moment

But a moment to live

An eternity to fade away

Things spiritual reflect

In the delicacy

Of the gloomy river.

 

And she sings the blues

Under the crimson moon

And she sings the blues

Under the crimson moon

 

Melchman50 copyright 2017

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melchman50 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2017 17:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Melchman50

    Thank you very much!



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