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 light even dewed. I have not seen it since it disappeared, It no longer shines itself high on its place, I could not see it leave any trace. My dear, my beloved, How I yearned to see you near. Your absence has only brought me pain, One which I hoped to never gain. I write to you filled with great sadness through a pen, A letter that you will not read, never again.