THE GLOWING MORNING MOON

Under the deep blue Hammond sky
At around ten late April morning
I saw the outline
Of what seemed to be the glowing moon
White crescent fading
Glittering diamond merging
In the lightness of the blue
In the whiteness of the hue
A canvass of unnoticeable fog
That only seemed to highlight
What seemed to be the glowing moon

I don't know why
But I closed my eyes
For just a second
As if to capture
What seemed to me a silly picture
Moonlight with the sunlight
Blue sky with white covers

And for some odd reason
Hope was once again awaken
That somehow
Someday
Our paths would cross again
Even though
Tears are the only ones
That remained

Silly me and damn you
For writing such a crappy letter
It was a lot easier hating you
When you were the villain
The heart-less, cruel evil
Who walked away
Without so much emotion
And left me a victim
Of my own dreams and devotion

For some odd reason
Morning walks have a new sensation
What with the foggy sky
And what seems to be the glowing moon

And it ain't even afternoon...