When Does the
Blue Moon Flower Fall?

By Adam Marcello
October 25, 2023

I watched as the lilies flow down the stream.

The blue moon flower had yet to fall,

Its roots shriveled, stems aggrieved,

A cacophony of shrieks pounding at my ears,

But the drums are closed, sockets tucked away.

The blue moon flower once bloomed in the garden.

Its gold tinted leaves reflecting a wisp of tears,

Petals sapphire blue,

Tall as the tumbling towers,

And as wide as the echo green valley.

I watched it grow.

Restless, endless, toneless,

Jumbling bricks of terrific styx,

The fire speaks, and yet the smoke is silent.

The clouds are refusing to rain.

The costs amounting, the winds are growling,

The streets are buckling, the stars are crying,

The boulder has rolled down the hill-

Not picked or felt,

Not heard or seen.

And so when does the blue moon flower fall?

Here or there, or anywhere?

It falls as it falls,

Flows as it flows,

Burns as it burns.

But it will.  It must.

But it can’t. It wouldn’t.

The blue moon flower has fallen.

Never, never,

Never to wane again.