Tonight the moon shines the brightest
and all the water in me is rushing
restlessly from shore to sea
erasing, revealing, taunting then shying away
destroying corals into beds of sand
Where I can lie on my back
to have my place in the sky.
We trace stars for two reasons
to remind us who we were
and to chart journeys on these celestial maps
but there is a certain longing
to come home,
or just the feeling of being home
to a memory perhaps
after a long time of voyaging relentlessly
to a sea that knows no music
It rages against a moon
unashamed by its terrestrial flaws
and I am drawn in comfort
washed under this lunar apparition
as all the salt water emptied itself out
to finally bring me to sleep.
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