Do You Remember All Your Histories? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Does the moonlight rob you of any sin
And I, its night my muse tucked you in
Did you sleep pretty again in the sand?
As I like the moonlight, took your hand.
Did you fossilise the meanings of the sea?
Every passage every wave I did see
Did you pull a curtain across the skies?
Ask, my litmus tears, if it's now time to dry.
When moonlight howled in a draining sleep
Did you dance, did you in orbit spin…
Or did you just oversleep
Forget the number you counted in sheep.
Do you remember all your histories?
How now they all ebb on into the mysteries
Did you with all your life's nightmares grin
Does the moonlight rob you of any sin.
When you danced on the shores of youth
Once again; in that shingle on the sand,
Did you look at that Big Bear after dark?
And catch your heart beating once again.