You used to lay there in all your glory,
your bare skin made almost blue by the moonlight,
you seemed ethereal and I dared not touch you.
To touch you was to break the spell,
to break the spell was to lose all perspective.
The moonlight is gone now,
replaced by a bitter black blue sky.
The void exists once again,
there is no room here for your magic.
All I try fails, and I’m reminded of you,
the girl, made blue by the moonlight.
I lay here awake most nights,
letting the cool breeze flow over me,
an emptiness ever present to my side.
My only refuge is to hope,
hope as I wait for the moonlight to return,
to escape that black blue sky.