(yes, another love poem) selenophobia remedied

 
I left under
the swollen blind eye of night
never knew, never could,
that I'd be stolen from your morning
this is my redemption and
my only salvation

think of me
as the moon is chewed
day after day, week after week
then spat out new every month
as the hunted run from memories

I think of you
as your tears roll slow
crystalising in the cold sand dunes
that are ghosts of a sea that's lost
but the moon pulls at them anyway

forget the sun's solace
accept your loss as I've embraced mine
concede to the night
and know
that the moon graces both our skies
and know
as I look to the swollen blind moon
I think of you too