The moon shall turn blue, it seems.
Since these things only happen in dreams
That once-in-a-lifetime moment
where something works so well that nothing hurts
The stars shall all fall, I suppose
Are you yet done invading my prose
Taking breaks from the stories but still
you’re in my mind against my will
Around you I’m hoping to not be around you
and when we’re talking, I guess I confound you
a goal every day now, to try to astound you
Perhaps soon there will be someone else
This was in response to the daily prompt.