pasing phase

on a night such as this
when the moon is a steel trap
catching starfishes
and in my mouth
i feel the evening fizzing
when none of us considers
what anything might mean
when there is nothing to touch
but our wholly naked souls
and time at last reveals her lie,
that there is no time to lose
when nothing carries weight
but what we are right now
and we choose just to love again
and to live well
and to do more
when we are drawn
forward in time
by a new true moon
while we hope and hope
and hope that
when she comes back it will be beautiful
and that there could be another
night such as this
warm and brimful with damp promise
but for now babes
be still and wish on dark fishes splashing
you three far outshine these other ruined stars