Blue Moon
Above the dark sky
looms with sparkling stars,
the earth still damp
with blood, rain, and tears,
while his body lies cold before me.
Dawn will bring the New Year,
but tonight takes my life,
my heart, my soul
with him into Death;
I pray for a miracle.
“One small drop of blood,
one little swift kiss.”
A soft whisper from behind
comes like a caress,
a promise to resurrect,
a small price to pay,
a brief embrace.
“One small drop of blood,
one little swift kiss.”
Under the Blue Moon,
I consent.
© ACG
31 December 2009
