the Tides

I am the tides.

Not the ocean, no.
I am not pristine,

and beautiful even

during storms.

There are times

when I make myself

hideous.

Like the tides

bearing their abrasive

face onto the shore

to spoil a walk.

So, I am not the ocean.

But I am the tides.

And at night,

and by day,

you shine.

Though perhaps when the sun glares,

only I still watch you glow.

Surrounded by stars.

As you should be.

Just as the tides,

I feel you magnetic

pull.

You tug on my heart,

my soul,

my body.

And I cannot resist.
I am the tides.

I will follow you on

your path and mine,

littering the way we take

with stardust , and moonlight,

and a hint of salty freshness.

The moon and the tides,

will be one.

You are the moon.

I am the tides.