Maybe the Moon sits high above the water
And makes the Tide its slave.
Ripping the Tide from the shore
Just to force its nose into the sand.

Maybe the Moon and the Tide are lovers
Forced apart by the cruelty of distance.
The Moon beckons the water
And the Tide reaches for the stars.

Maybe the Moon ran from the Tide
And now the Tide pushes against the door of space
Insists that the Moon can’t hide forever
As the Moon tries to hide behind the clouds

Maybe the Moon years for a love
That will warm its frozen heart
And the Tide yearns for something out of this world
But destiny and desire are stubborn sisters.

Or maybe the Moon and the Tide
Are simply just that.
The only thing that keeps them together
The only thing that keeps them separate
Is Gravity.