I am pulled like a tide
under this crescent moon.
My thoughts gravitate to you,
a resolute rhythm.
I wax and wane with 
longing, I wash up 
on the shore of moments
half-faded by memory
but held fast in my heart,
less detail now, more
raw feeling, I 
ebb and flow
with your pulse 
in my veins,
your cool light reflecting 
off my surface 
like gratitude.