Tide: I rise, I fall, I crash, I *roar*,  I kiss the sand, retreat once more.  The shore calls out, yet I can’t stay,  The moon commands, I must obey.  Moon: I watch, I pull, with silver hand,  I guide you toward the waiting land.  Like lovers lost, we drift, we chase,  Yet never share the same embrace.  Tide: Oh, moon so high, so cold, so bright,  You call me forth, you steal my night.  Your song it *hums*, a haunting tune,  Yet I can never reach you, Moon.  Moon: You rush, you *crash*, you beg, you plea,  Yet still you dance along the sea.  Like whispers lost in winds that weave,  You touch, then turn, then always leave.  Tide: Then let me run, let me be wild,  Like thunder’s child, so fierce, so riled.  Yet in my waves, your light still gleams,  A love that *ripples* in my dreams.  Moon:  Then dream, dear tide, for though we part,  You move because I hold your heart.  A love like ours, though far, still stays,  For even distance cannot fade.