I'm trying to evoke a sense of longing and loss against a dreamy backdrop from which there is no escape.
BLOOD MOON I sleep through the night By the Hunter’s Moon light And dream he returns With a passion that burns But then breaks the dawn I know he’s still gone Yet I seek him by day Like the hunter her prey Blood Moon is rising soon Is it best to live with this need Or to die and be free Under the next Blood Moon Lone wolf bares her soul Leaving tracks in new snow I’ll wait until spring See what warmth will bring Then stay until fall Just in case he calls Wind howls through the cracks When will he come back Blood Moon is rising soon Is it best to live with this need Or to die and be free Under the next Blood Moon The next Blood Moon ©Ricki E. Bellos (BMI)
