Day 70: Blue Moon

Well today is a blue moon. A rare astrological occurrence that means anything goes really.

I did search high and low for a poem about a blue moon specifically, but could I find any? Not one. Amazing what with the sheer volume of poems written about the moon, none take up issue with the blue moon. Well, none that I can find anyway. (Except, I do have one written myself, and in the process of writing another one. But you'll have to hop on over to my Blog of One's Own to see those...)

What I did keep finding was 'Blue Moon', the classic old song. So, I just had to post it. It's an one-off. An appropriate choice for a 'once in a blue moon' action. The song itself is moody and melancholy, blue being the metaphor for sadness of course, but it also refers to that one-off lucky happening related to blue moons that can change everything. 

Impossible to read the lyrics without humming along! So the song is below, not Elvis or Ella's version, but a more offbeat Chris Isaak. Enjoy.

'Blue Moon'   (Richard Rogers, Lorenz Hart)

Blue moon

You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue Moon
You know just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for

(And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the Moon, it turned to gold)

Blue Moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

(And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the Moon had turned to gold)

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own