Tides

I'm leaving along a sun scorched road heavy with heat as it is laden with dust.

I've taken more of you with me than I had intended.

My heart's burden became too heavy and asked for the aid of my mind.

As the two carried your weight, they became dangerously close.

 

Now they move in a sickening synchronization.

Before a thought has scarcely been planted in my mind, my heart is already resounding.

When my heart rises, my mind supplements the fickle pulse with facts which can only confuse me.

Like the sand resting on the ocean floor, my thoughts are saturated with the shifting tide of my heart.

 

Just as I think the tide has pulled back enough to reclaim my mind

The next wall of crashing emotions re-saturates my thoughts.

I seem caught in an eternal tide.

Only the moon seems to be able to dictate my state.

 

He dances above the sky, entering and exiting as he pleases.

Not even the line of day and night seem strong enough to keep him at bay.

Some bright days when the sun should reign he lingers still

Nights where he should be the beacon, he hides from the light

He is enveloped in his own rotation without realising the affect his timing has.

 

So, what's the solution?

He can't stop being the moon.

I can’t stop being the ocean.

The collateral effect is inevitable.

Perhaps learn to brace myself from the impact.

 

The vision of his presence can't deter me from the action I take for the effect of his pull.

 

 

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