Sonnet

Our voice is all we ever know – broken songs for broken thought,
Feelings hammered into makeshift shattered beats –
And so, again, the silence takes me.
			I know, I know: I should let it be.
I also know the flood will rise – the undesired doubt,
Love lost inside, swept up, clawing, then drawn out
Into the ocean's dark. Bones beneath a foamed white sheet;
The memory of brightness; the moon's light, frozen on the sea.
Such is fear. Such is love. Such am I; both lost and found.

There are no pearls here. I see moonlight far above,
Fading then gone, and then the night. My chest heaves
And water presses in, chill shards of memory –
The day we – the time we – the moment that we
Laughed the world alight. And, pale as recollection –
	– pale as the moon –
			– a hand reaches down.