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.