Blood Orange Moon

Circumstances swarm around me
like flies buzzing around things gone rotten
The wind whispers those words
you no longer speak
The dreams of the sun hide in its shadows
and the stars are laughing
and sharing those secrets in sparkling tattle tales
Angry is the moon that bleeds truth unto the tides
that wash up on shores that were once clouds
I await the storm when you taste my tears
to never let me go under the blood orange moon


Maiko Maya