BluemoonThe night is lit up
Like a January sky
All gold and luminous
Fractured in sections
Raining down on me
Awash in technicolor
Various combinations
Striving for a perfection
That can never be
While seconds slide past
Across miles of dissonance
And residual pain
These twilight visions
Fading as shadows dim
As the world closes in
This shifty paramour
Desperate for love
Or some semblance thereof
Painted white on black
Glowing like heart fire
Before it is extinguished
By the birth of darkest day.