Tides
Said the Ocean to the Moon,
“You move me,
But only in my dreams do we touch.” I once thought myself as the ocean, And I dreamt you as the moon.
From the heavens you’d call my name, You’d croon, and I’d lose my mind.
I was wrong,
but so were you.
I’m adrift in a cardboard box,
gazing at you, still up at you.
I may be sinking in all of my bitter recall, Drowning in Sangria seas,
Lost among waves of inconsequent dreams, But redemption that comes with the tide Promises leave from the night and from Your echo of stars and their light.
It’s all pointless percussion, words that mean nothing, But heal to be heard, it heals to be heard.
You’ll always be present like fear in the heavens ‘Cause your love was absurd, it always returns, Blending the days between sober and thirsty,
The brightest thing in every night sky.
I know why
The Moon and the Ocean are so far apart Said the Moon to the Ocean,
“I don’t want your heart, And I’m taking back mine.”
