THe Moon and Ocean [Sonnet]

The ocean of my spirit rises - falls,
Its surface given form by motion deep.
Drowned in its troubled currents my heart calls;
Adrift, my mind is lulled to restless sleep.

In my night sky, a goddess weeps alone.
Her tears of silver light dance on a wave
That hides my heart from view, sunk like a stone
Locked deep beneath the surface in a cave.

Her pain she shapes into a song of love,
Which calms my spirit, makes its waters clear,
Allows her light to stream down from above,
Shine on my heart, and gently draw it near.

Thus pain to pain may speak, perchance be heard,
And make love something more than just a word.