Friday, December 6, 2013


What do I say to the moon
    so alive in mock darkness?
The sea flays itself unto rocks
    grinding them to sand
Gravitating in eternal unrest.

The Sea speaks;
      Dear distant one, 
I send the winds beseeching you
      I swallow the earth raw for you
Will you not release me?

In silence, 
       the moon is unyielding.

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