O’Blue Moon, I plead to you tonight
Come shine some love down on this madness.
Short-circuit the world’s howls
into musical memoirs of agreement.
Display great heaps of tidal motion
toward tortured inner lights
and tragic miens that are the
conditions that exist here.
Turn sullen darkness into light.
washing madness into moving sands
on distant shores and into rolling seas.
Let moon beams rain down in
gold ribbons of bravery and all good light
blanketing these wounds with healing warmth
strength and love, crawling on and on
in one glowing golden contagion.
© DiAnne Ebejer