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