Pieces of The Moon

driftwood unfolding,
splinters in my fingers.
salt water burning the wounds.

blue water, blue sky,
blue day, blue night.
my heart, waning like the moon

and i see,
in the sea
a dark figure in the night.
a hopeful figure in the night.

diamonds washing up the shore,
i pick them up, my fingers sore.
pale circles in my palms
my ears hear the beggar's alms.

think hope, my dear
i say.
come alive, my dear,
i say.

Azul night along the shore,
I sit up right and hope for more.
My soul floods in me like the full moon,
it drifts out of me "it'll change soon,"

I open my hands and stare at the moon.