Introspect

moonlight finds me sitting again
waiting for the rain
waiting
again

then
when softly
the rain bleeds
and fills into the light
I dream of the coming of night

and I do not know which side I'm on
and I do not care to hide it no
or make it seem different
or make it shallow
like your smile
your tact

you are
the ebb and
you are the tides
unequally unqualified
to interpret what I have become

there shall remain no more of you
within my search for delight
you this poison ocean
you this darkness
this empty
shell