Pink Moon-Purple Photograph By Gio Masserati Poem by Gio Masserati

Pink moon
She never let him go
She didn't have to
You know the story
He was never really hers
To begin with

He stayed free
All along
Alone
Never opened up
Didn't take a chance
Unless, off course
Romance
Came and went

Roamed with guarded aim
Nights came
And spilled
into
Pink moon days

During a summer night song
She was awoken
By a purple photograph
In memory
As she envisioned her future
In great detail
She saw herself
Releasing her heart
Into the hands of her trusted sky
As her heart took flight
Carried on feathery wings
The crimson pumping life blood
Became colorless
Quiet
weightless
And spotless as a lamb

It flew away
Her destined heart
With the winds
Of change
Into the future

Gone are the days of swimming
Upstream
Dog paddling against the current
Behind her are the nights of running
Defeated
Ferociously blowing against the wind
Never will she be caught
In the undercurrents
Mercilessly struggling
In dangerous tide

She decided to trust her fate
And so her life
Surely began

Passionately accepting
Her Destiny
Laid forth in a book
Not of certainties
Nevertheless
A map of sorts
With drawn out course
And a pen
For revision
Always rewriting
Always revising
Visions of adventures
Awaited her following

She was overcome
With renewed joy
Gasping for breath
Of heaven
Of life
She turned the page
To see
Now seeing her story

Unfolding