The Blue Moon Poet

I had a dream last night

About a blue moon poet

He wrote verses on the stars

And melodies on the planets

He recited his poems

To the moon and the sun

And they danced to his rhythm

Until the day was done

His words were so powerful

They could move mountains and seas

He could make the flowers bloom

And the winds start to freeze

But the strangest thing of all

Was the blue moon poet's eyes

They shone like the moon

But they were the color of the skies

I couldn't help but wonder

What secrets he knew

That he could weave them into words

And bring them to life, anew

As I woke up from my dream

I was filled with a sense of awe

I wished I could meet this poet

And hear his stories and more