It’s not blue, yet it’s so true, that it’s blue.
Two moons in one month make it that way.
The word I’ve defined is Blue moon day.
When this occurs, then it is true blue.
I’m called to dance, what about you?

I danced to the sun when it was bright,
I waited for dark another night.
First was one and then there’s two
If you don’t dance what will you do?

It is the part of every believer's heart,
To just let go and dance in the dark.
A moon that’s full brings out the freaks,
Or shows a great six-pack’s physique.

I dance until the moon had gone,
I had nothing else to do.
‘Cause I'm feeling a little wild,
‘Neath star washed by ocean blue.

Some showed the moon their cheeks,
But not me, I was much too meek.
Amongst moonbeams and meadows sweet,
All dance to their own selfish beat.
With solid ground beneath our feet,
We glared at the full moon's repeat.
Our declaration of indifference earned.
Each of us is so very unconcerned.

© CatsMeow, 12-30-2009, All rights reserved.