<anything like moonlight>

sometimes love asks us not to be furious
but we are victims of emotion crying through
these little words because there is no help
for us in this life there is only this and
it seems too weak too far away to be of use
the boat becomes a raft becomes a vest
becomes a piece of wood becomes a wish made
drowning becomes a dream in death where we
are walking through the woods at night
asking to be guided in the dark to anything
like moonlight or a place to rest and when
you turned i saw your eyes that led me to this
place you are the moon in me you are the spot
of peace that must endure as i must drown.