Where The Moon Melts On The Ground Poem by gregory collins

Under the ocean i want to set foot on its land.
But how many more tears would it take
to make a reflecting pool out of my dreams?

Must be because these hands feel my own shadow for the last time,
and i weep for the moons i have played across,
And the thought that you would be there too.

But my words love someone who has never loved before,
and when night falls on me i simply push it off,
And see the light others can only imagine.

I see my whole life lying on a grave asleep:
Is it the ocean or just my wet bedsheets?