He wrongly thought he was saving her; like the moon, she was already free.

The ocean returns
and kisses the shore despite
being turned away

Waiting for the moon

to show her beauty once more

Time slows to a halt

The wood’s mud filled paths
Tell tales of thousands of walks
Too many to count

She hides her secrets
like the moon has her dark side
seen only by stars

the horizon is
beyond reach at low tide
like a cold, loveless heart

The sun always shines
because the moon asked him to
brighten her darkness

Tell me how you taste
How I long for your sweetness
To belong to me