Toxic Tides

The ocean is powerful, mystical, dark,

Its black waves echo the songs of generations.

A single drop can smother a spark,

Yet it’s bound by the moon’s temptations.

A push and pull, an endless war,

The moon draws back the tide again,

Only to cast it far from shore,

Then waits, as if bored by the game.

Yet still, by dawn, the sea returns,

Helpless to the lunar vow.

Its mighty waves may crash and churn,

But it's too late to break the binding now.

The ocean dreams of comfort and release,

Of shores untouched, of skies its own,

But love, once twisted, offers no peace,

Just longing carved forever into stone.

The moon is cold, its pull precise,

It loves the ocean’s aching need.

Its glow is cruel, its silence ice.

It takes, and then watches the water bleed.

Yet deep within the ocean’s core,

A fury grows with every tide.

It weeps, it breaks, then loves once more,

Refusing truth, too deep to hide.

How long can water play the part

Of lover, chained beneath the sky?

When will it know that it’s breaking heart

Won’t float, it’ll sink, and yet they try.

So let the moon keep drawing near,

Its poisoned love a lullaby—

One day the sea will drown its fear

And rise to kiss the sky… then die.