Moon-wrecked Tridecagon

Some day over the rainbow
I will see another moon-bow.
And will remember to smile
Like we would do for while.

I will let ghosts pass away
And not beg them to stay.
Six days and seven nights
Will pass from my sights.

Those dreams of prisms
Reflecting in my visions
With rain drops and sun
Return from the beyond.

Dormant these past days
The clouds of yesterdays
Casting shadows of dim
That stayed deep within.

Mirrored reflections go
The way of the rainbow
As a moon-bow appears
Laughing through fears.

Unguarded from clouds
By the unknowing crowds
Day and night come due
In the light and dark blue.