moonlit glass
on stormy seas
bloomed opaque
before my eyes
and your breath
in my ear
plead me not
to criticize

as seagulls swept
down from the gulf
and plucked it
from the sand
i looked at you
you looked at me
felt the beauty
of your hand

and though your skin
begins to grow
subtly translucent
pale as the moon
i feared that we
once left alone
would perish
far too soon

let me heal you ill one
let me cradle your head
let me be the one to bear the brunt
of your pain and sorrow
and for tonight i will give you the chance
to live joyously
and maybe then you'll be stronger
when it comes again tomorrow