The hue of a blueberry,

And mysterious as a black lagoon,

Among the sky, lived the huge blue moon.

It floats above, thousands of feet in the air,

As morning comes, it vanishes like it was never there.

I spoke to it once, in the middle of the night,

It was a lovely discussion, one that I never forgotten.

As I ranted, the enigma muttered to me,

“I must go.”

With that, it ran before the morning l...