Shades Of Night Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

It's tense, 

You see the shades

Of colors fence; 

It makes no sense.

The moon turns crimson blue, 

Dimming the lead by night.

The shadows deepen, secrets hide, 

As the stars brighten red, murmurs fall silent.

A moonbeam blinds the skies, 

Forcing memories to be revealed, 

She whispers crimson black to the trees, 

And the moon rejoices; love has returned.

The night after was blessed.

You see the shades

Of nights bright and tense; 

It makes no sense.