the moon sits

in a darkened sky

lost in the distance

to far off light 

unable to remember 

his own sometimes

wondering if he 

commands the tides

or if the ebb and flow

is commanding him

under some kind of

have him at its mercy spell

but the ocean knows

it is just the way of things

in the cosmic synchronicity

not a whim and nothing

that one must fight 

so that when he tries to hide

behind whatever haze of cloud

might obscure him 

from any watching's sight

she prays the rains to her

then lets her breath 

lie very still

to invoke the magic

of water mirrors

to send his reflection 

back through the night 

to comfort his own eyes