Blue Moon Love
by Wanda Lee Rohman
The crystal liquid was tinted by the blue moon
Autumn leaves chimed love that went too soon.
Silver circles etched in blue would grow-
grow upon the water- then fade and go.
Ten years have come and gone
but prints of you and bluemoon linger on.
Two shadows on blue tinted water that night
blended as one, long shadows painted by light.
I come here alone with the blue moon to think,
sitting upon old Emaline's bank.
I watch blue tinted silver circles shine
like the night of bluemoon when you were mine.
I feel in the palm of my hand,
cold pressure of a golden wedding band.
Into liquid flowing crystal, tinted blue, I fling
memories-- and the golden circled ring.