In the middle of the night

When the water moves

Slowly over the glass shore

The moon embraces the dark

Sky

Above

With the slightest motion

Comes the confession of the moon

To the ears that listen

But could not hear

The moon sang it’s song

In the midnight clear

Through into the morning

Of history and thievery

Consistency

And heartbreak

The moon sang me to sleep

That night

With the sky and clouds gathered

Opaque