I saw on a magazine the title Heart Smart… intriguing, what the real meaning could be?

I saw the full moon last night on the rise, so beautiful and yet with its reflected light it takes the colors from the night, but-yet it rules our thoughts, per the Moody Blues, why?

Listened to Counting Crow’s Rain King yesterday, why the delivery to heaven in the “belly of a black-winged bird”, and why can’t I be that creative in imagery?

Why this morning as I looked upon the fading full moon in the face of sunrise, I still felt wonder at the world we live in and the endless sunrises and sunsets as quiet and sustaining over the millennium as a trillion people have watched and wondered too over the span of history?

Well, today I felt like musing, and I felt inferior in poetry to the poetry of the world we live in, and the work of others, but to not disappoint, I hope you find meaning and enjoy a poem by the Moody Blues…

 

Late Lament, by Moody Blues

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day’s useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?