I wished upon the Moon, last night. <br />One never knows what She may do: <br />Deserts, and gardens of delight, <br />She rules. We lunatics pursue <br />Phantasms of harmony and peace. <br />Blue Moon wishes may come true: <br />A night with no need for police, <br />A glimpse of hope: the color blue.<br /><br />Will Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-in-a-blue-moon/
