
He is the moon
There is a girl
She is the sea
The moon dictates the tides
She can not help
He draws her tight
Ebbs and flows
She can not help
She falls in love
Waiting patiently
To see him at night
But the moon goes dark
For many nights
Then slowly turning bright
She feels so much.
The tides arise
Her feelings; shooting stars
Meteors traveling in the night
Crashing into the moon mid flight
He has no defenses
He’s vulnerable too
She: bound by the gravitational pull
He: bound to be distant and cold…
Only men walked on the moon
What can she do?
She cries and cries
Salty water to expel
How long will it take?
She doesn’t know
But sorrow for now
Is her only home
For he is the moon
And she is the sea
Never meant to be