Under A Blue Moon

At night there's a blue moon, shining far above; And underneath the landscape turns lavender-gray Clouds throw still shadows upon the field Sleeping flowers gaze up where they lay With a singular eye of undisturbed dreaming In the hour that past and future embrace And sounds and sensations, of world and sleeper Meld again together, while leaving no trace. All beloved's find each other's arms again; The lost and the hunted both come at one call Even death can't resist those abysmal hours Though the rest of the time, there exists a wall: Except for the crazy, the world's kept divided And does not permit one to enter or leave Except he belong to the dead or the living; For the latter there's love; for the former, there's grief- The moon's only blue seen through your blue eyes, love: And I'm saving that moonlight, for time is a thief.