When the moon is full

When the moon is full
its magnetic pull
tugs at the ocean floor,
finds things hidden
under pale white sands.

When the moon is full
it traces a trail in the desert
to things lost over time
and to things held still
in the roots of trees.

When the moon is full
things come out of the shadows:
cries unheard on the inside,
soldiers screams buried
in boundaries.

When the moon is full
all dark things slip out
for a quiet moment,
into the light
of the starless night.