Outside the swaying trees -
Are melted by the Orange Moon,
And a silver fish, thin as Autumn leaves,
Swims through the palm of my hand
...At Noon...
The moments are in the second hand only -
As Cherry coloured birds fly through Black Trees -
And a ticket stub, i carry from Mars -
Is scrunched up, with my house keys;
I compare this moment, to the Doe, standing near,
To the White Rock...
And to my attempting, to turn the brass knob;
While in the background, an engine purrs,
...Like a cat...
...'cross a frozen lake...
...And in sheer desperation...
...I Sob...! ! ! !
Is this Real or Surreal?
Have i left, Realities Stage?
Am, i in Neverland now, because you are gone?
Or am i, fettered, in torments cage?
What we had, was bigger than Fort Knox -
The Gold, not even holding a candle to,
The brillance, of your own shooting star,
...So much given...
That it eclipsed, the Moon and its 'Blue On Blue'
Theodora (Theo) Onken
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-once-in-blue-moon-love/
