30 April 2012


night sky with tide
Image from alumroot

Let the night moon come
And pull her ocean flow
Up to my shoulders,
Cozy and damp.

I know her ebb will pull away
The residue of my deeds.
Sink my sins
To the bottom of the sea.
I feel wet and forgiven,

But tempted.
I am still a man,
And she has
The power of the moon.
I breathe in my temptations.
The moon will return
With her watery absolution
In twelve more hours.

Submitted at Poets United's Poetry Pantry.


  1. Sort of like confession, eh? Sins forgiven and then you can go and sin some more!

  2. I quite often tie my feelings to the tide of another...