all things are governed by the moon
the birds in the dark trees hide
from you as your travel brightly
across the night sky you raise me
from my velvet dreams and I stare
at you not moving at all as all things
are governed by the moon the tides
that rise and fall without issue write
sweet letters of sympathy to
the birds in the trees who cannot sleep and who
watch your silent journey with their
eyes brimming with your impossible tears