buoyancy

I cannot face you
how could I permit
     early moon
     to such a happy sun

I do not reflect you though
when I see you wane
     all my darkness turn good
     for hiding bright pain

and so, how long could you burn
how long can I stand, float
sadness on bright tides
pillar adrift
     on you 
     on hope

forgive my pitch and yaw 
I do hold fast in my own way
and may the tide truly will?
     she too rolls of day

to one of breadth
to one of depth
     who moves 
     sun and moon
and pillar by tide and tears
well swept of daily dread
     by night 
     and by noon