In what must seem like a lifetime ago to you,
I made a simple request as we gazed up at the moon
from our singular places, in our singular times:
"Take me with you under the moon
and let me run thru your dreams
as you run thru mine".

But the weight of my wanting was too much
and I watched with increasing horror,
that heavy moon sink into the darkest of seas,
never to be heard from again.

And me, from my watery bed,
still looking up saw only the light
and could not know that I was gone.
I could not understand why the sailors crossed themselves
when I approached to ask if they knew you,
had seen you,
would let me follow them back home.

And even now, when time is of no more use to any of us,
I am still gazing thru this carnival glass
seeing only the reflection of what once was
and the wanting moon that keeps me under.