I'll have to give you an inconsequential comment here considering Blue Monk took you down the right path :)
So I'll just spray thoughts throughout your comment box while I listen to the few songs I like of the beetles (Come Together)
To be honest, and I'm more than sure I'm off here, it brings to mind the fairy tales that I love so much. Not the Cinderella kind either. Those morbid lil ones that usually end on a sad but satisfying note (I.E. more realistic to the journey said such subjects go through)
I like how you write my dear Clayman. You bring more of a poetic instead of angry angst writing that I'm used to seeing. You're a refreshing new outlook for me here :) so thank you.
Now more towards the poem instead of my silly little rantings. You have a beautiful way of wording things. Usually thoughts and colors combines with emotions can be scattered all over and sound more of a Shakespearean wanna be type "sound". If that even makes sense...
"I took a coin from the river and
placed it on my windowsill to gather up some moon to warm my face,"
This brings to mind of all those times in Alabama when I'd go for walks and gather shiny rocks :) I had a small pile on the table before I left too. I'd walk around rubbing it smooth, almost like a stress reliever though.
I love the eccentricities of people. They give me hope that will all the strangeness that there is the world, that someday it will all come about to rounding itself out nicely and lead into acceptance instead of ostracizing.
I probably didn't leave the best of comments, but hey, there ya go :)
Postscript- If it wasn't for spell check, I think my world would crash down around me.