Blue Moon

Although our love is over it remains a frequented memory in my heart where a blue moon shines.

Its beauty quite inseparable from pain, A wilderness where there once was a beautiful garden of love.

I hope a little piece of me is still reserved in you, a place you may go, your memories of what was once our love.

There are no wishes like a former lover's that from the dark a repentant night must shine.

And so though we have both moved on I wonder, does that same blue moon ever shine on you, like it shines on me at times?