not enough, my love

perfect and constant
is the dreary glass sea
where ghosts and wicked things
lurk silently beneath

this murk you call home
is just north of hell
where you send dreams above
in empty shells

you have made a captive again
of blessed mother moon
and sapped all of her strength
sending all movement to its doom

you cannot see the light of truth
in your underwater cave
that which cannot be taken back
that which has sealed our fate

there is pretense in your sorrow
something false in your regret
you make friends with the devil
and ask me to forget

I stand impervious to this display,
to passion that is weak
how dare you converse with demons
while you measure the width of my dreams

while you cower under sunken ships
wishing that I would simply drown
I am soaring above with angels
sending stolen laughter down