Swirling Light

Again the moon shone with infinite blue,
igniting the surface of the watery hue,
mists spinning over broken waves,
echoes within the darkest caves,
beyond the light into that black,
down deeper right at the back,
dwells the shadows of desire,
nothing more with nothing higher,
with no features to explain their being,
without the light to say what you are seeing,
about how one can know they even could exist,
if the voice of believing says how can one resist,
as the shadows desire nothing said to forever more,
how do we know when lies are set to evenly pour.