I wished upon the Moon, last night.
One never knows what She may do:
Deserts, and gardens of delight,
She rules. We lunatics pursue
Phantasms of harmony and peace.
Blue Moon wishes may come true:
A night with no need for police,
A glimpse of hope: the color blue.
Will Barber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-in-a-blue-moon/
