Into the night we spilled
Weary, ecstatic, chilled –
They said the moon was blue.
Flames of music leapt up high
Towards the viscous vaulted sky –
They said the moon was blue.
Crimson warmth began to seep
Awakening spirits from the deep –
They said the moon was blue.
Drenched in cosmic dreams she whirled
And dizzy twisted, turned and twirled –
It’s the moon, they said, the moon is blue.
Ghost child, woman, temptress of the dark
Whisper of wind and flicker of spark –
It’s the moon, they said, the moon is blue.
She hung between the sky and earth
Her heart aflame with secret mirth –
It’s the moon, they said, the moon is blue.
She rose and sank and rose again
Purging ancient layers of pain –
Oh damn the moon for being blue.
Anguished prayer in every limb
She danced until her soul was numb –
Oh damn the moon for being blue.
Then slowly to the ground she fell
Dead? Alive? No one could tell –
Oh damn the moon for being blue.
They dared not speak for fear to stir
The force that seemed to possess her –
Be still my love – the moon is blue.
With frozen breath and halted beat
The music melted to the heat –
Be still my love – the moon is blue.
And the fire with a final flame
Gave in to its own infernal game –
Be still my love – the moon is blue.
They lifted her on wings of will
And cupped their palms and drank their fill –
Of the night that shone with a moon so blue.
At last they stood and homage paid
To truth of love and beauty shared –
And blessed the moon for being blue.
And blessed the moon for being blue.
Vaneeta Bhattacharya