Got up to see the Super Blue Moon in Eclipse but I will have to imagine it as the clouds kept it from being visible.

The moods of my life are like clouds that keep me from seeing the caring in my life.

Sunshine lifts the fog. Wind sweeps away the clouds. Time is the answer.

I weep and emotions fall across my cheeks. The tears carry off the feelings of despair and loathing I feel.

My mood is but a reflection . Not real. Much as the moon has no light of its own.

I am___. I am___. But I AM.

My mood is Blue. The moon is Blue. Both will change in time.