Planetary shift

There’s a blue moon
on the darkest of nights.
A planetary shift,
which reunites lost souls.
Love grows cold and tempers rise,
parallels run counterclockwise.
It’s time best spent in the company of one.
Lessons the chance of contradictions.
Conversation spins round and round,
no sequel to this banter.
Words become just hollow noise,
just gibberish and ranting.
I can’t escape what’s sure to come.
So I’ll try to hide my feelings.
And weather this night of pandemonium.
For what’s ended tonight is ended for good.
Futile efforts will be misunderstood.
Let the wise among us be silent.
It’s a time for them to be patient.

copyright © 2008 Lydia Lanham