tide.

The moon and sea are lovers
kept apart by space
Theirs is  a tragic love affair
forever out of reach.

As Moon draws near each night and morn
dear Sea will swell and strain
reaching salty fingers skyward
only to fall, crashing back.

In deep despair poor Sea will pine
and Moon will strive to comfort
But her silvery light carries no warmth
so she weeps and sends down her rain.