I’ll raise my blue moon and smoke a cigarette to you, tonight. My one and only, the yin to my yang, the reflection to my sea, the light to my darkness,the beauty to my obscurity, the shyness to my arrogance, the coolness to my heat,the masculine to my feminine, the judgment to my transparency, the silver to my gold, the runner to my chaser. My lover to your fear. Your smile through my depression. The clarity to my confusion. When I see the Blue moon tonight, I’ll drink to you..and think of you, and only you. My bright blue star, my once in a blue moon. My polar opposite, my silver sun, my lullaby. Luna.