The Tide Under The Moon

A poem about feelings like you can't control your emotions

I’m like the tide that rises subject to the moon

Underneath pale lit skies that dine in starlight.

When the sun is sturdy and strong

The tide is calm.

The waves roll peacefully and free

To how they please,

But when the sun sets

And sinks beneath the waters

That’s when the moon crashes into the air

And the night wears darkness,

Dressed in dreary curtains

And the tide is certain that it will glide to the movement of the moons shine.

The ghastly light is dim

And hides the sight one sees in the day

When the bay glistens with the smiles of the sun.

The moon pulls the tide and it cries while it rides

Waves of unpredictability.

Its keys lock the sea into a cage

Where rage does nothing

But pound against the bars

And the stars sigh as they lie

Miles away, serving as sun to the eyes of foreign tides.

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And the night wears darkness,
Dressed in dreary curtains
And the tide is certain that it will glide to the movement of the moons shine.
The ghastly light is dim
And hides the sight one sees in the day
When the bay glistens with the smiles of the sun.

I so loved this part, This is amazing and so well written. Love the descriptiveness and imagery in this write.