Moonlight

Take me in as sorrow,
the salty smell of ocean,
and as part of the light
of the moon.
I am of deep waters
and send hope to
echo from dark waves
as reflections of truth.
The light is a mirror
upon the water.
Night or day, does it
even matter?
I, we, are teardrops:
pure feeling and pain flowing
as rivers.
as darkness.
and the salt
still stings
my eyes.