Blood Moon

The sea was silent, my soul was loud, Lost in a storm without a cloud.

Then through the dark, in sorrow's tune, I saw the bleeding, mourning moon.

Even the heavens spill their pain, longing for love they'll never regain.

My breath was heavy, my chest felt tight, drowning in echoes of endless night.

But then the shore, in eerie glow, showed me the moon's own aching woe.

Even the sky must break apart, to bear the weight of a longing heart.

If love can make the cosmos bleed, if the universe must bleed to feel,

Then let my soul be free to need and heal.