The Moon in Cancer

Exhausted, endured,
my  veins 
touch the moon's hope—

this faded celebration 
that keeps clinging 
to possibilities beyond—

amongst these pallid faces,
silent companions,
the burdened 

looking down this 
sterile room,
pale walls,

who surrender 
to sleep so easily,

unheedful of this 
moon child

listening to only 
the comforting whisphers
just ahead.