the sea grows tired
of these ephemeral meetings.
the ocean becomes
weary of being a lunar marionette, but is helpless to its gravitational touch.
the moon, such a
self centered being, is unaware.
it exists only to
illuminate and be beautiful.
the full orb draws
close to kiss the ocean, raging restlessly and yearning to touch its hopeless
lover.
too soon does the
cold orbital stone draw away.
the ocean,
devastated once more, reminds itself that the object of its affection will
always be barely out of reach, no matter how strained the waves become to touch
it.
a lesson to be learned and relearned every time.
despite this, the
sea remains dutifully submissive to its Luna.
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