A song.  Blue yr faces forward cries
this sad moon new dreams across to

leave behind and go adrift what passed
true her seed was left and name &

eye as spins my heart not forgets
but leans to hold her back and say,

again, you are, the new moon plunging
in as has to seem the same games

played across love stronger says the airs
flapped against the tides, a ship arrives.

Would you roll the ceiling, heart, a
stone would press yr eyes again and

love marks yr houses one and one, a
light between my hands, sharp shores

clean to someone else and still
alone, a simpler drive, ahead, approach.