Garden of the Blue Moon
Kneeling in the blue glow of the full moon
Planting, silent and tender sensual dreams
Being cultivated deep into the ground.
As the moonlight waltzes across the fertile dirt.
Composing each speck of earth
To look magnificent in the nocturnal darkness.
The aroma of the fiery maple chips; drifts in the breeze.
As the tranquil whispers of wild flowers, and nature
Tell ancient secrets of the days long ago
Take some time to meditate
As you rub your hands in the dirt,
And gaze upon the blue moon and stars
While pondering your destiny, your fate
In the midnight garden of life