Moon Mystery

Mystique420

Misty verge of softened skies
still hovers and makes no sound.
A dreamer's feast feeds my eyes
as my lover circles 'round.

Such an anchor to my mind,
no other such as he,
dream that I can quickly find,
my blue moon mystery.

No dancing muses nor celestial nymphs,
no other in heaven above,
can steal the paradise in every glimpse,
the sweet warm winds of love.

Flying high on blue moon wings
with all the stars of light,
pulling at my blithe heartstrings
to dream of him tonight.

My gentle lover, my aspiration,
singing in solitude.
My hope of life and all creation,
sanguine interlude.

Blue moon eyes shimmer sweet
to a love you call your own
and sweeps me off my dainty feet
as the world wanders alone.