The Mooning Ocean

I rise, I fall;

I respond to his every beck and call.

The closer he comes, the higher I rise;

Unperturbed by the lurking fall.


I rise again, after every fall;

Trying to get closer, standing tall.

But fall I must, as he moves away.

To rise again, another day.


“It’s pointless and selfish”, the world will say,

A life wasted on falling every day.

But a love like this has a special place,

For without tide; oceans don’t exist in space.

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