You can’t see it now.
Your eyes have turned from tiny moon rocks
to vast oceans,
a deep blue that doesn’t exist
anywhere else.
You can’t see it now,
but the tide will come in,
the current will shift,
the fog will recede
to reveal that charcoal gray.
And whether you seek me
on the waxing crescents
or leave me on the shore,
you will find someone
to carry your heart.