Tonight as I swam upon my back, alone, and the
Lights from all side struck my living body ...
The moon
so milky
I thought, maybe, that is where you went now.
For I learned that you are gone
Oh, so hard I took it.
I beat that Night against
this moon; to willow the streams
of light seeing did you
go there now.
Down into the water of the reflected
crescent fickle moon
I asked up if you became happy; if you became well;
or if all we believed of Love is a wisp of a night's moon-glow.
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