do fish know the Moon exists?
that it lightens my dark
and among a cover of mist
reveals such past crushing mark?

that it is my comfort and doom
to look up and hope the former
for my eyes crave ease
while my heart, its owner

is this the Moon’s intent?
to make me suffer and pay
or is it my mind’s betrayal
that forces you to stay?

or is it you, perhaps?
ir the Moon’s claims are true
if you still remember, after all
when it was her, me and you.