It once was a simple love story

As if we could say such things are ever simple

The sky and the sea

Endlessly stretching towards each other

In a just-missed embrace

But simple always evolves

As love does the same:

A living being driven to survive

Until the moon and the tides

Declared themselves in a crashing symphony

An ever-growing force

Punctuated by moments of calm

And Earth became an onlooker

To the power of that love

Which shaped the world and defined the maps

A story that transformed the landscape

Into two beings, aware only of each other – Caroline A. Slee

The Moon and the Tides

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